#they already introduced her badly so i get a bad taste in my mouth when i see her

[paint-music-with-me]

WHO MADE SOLO SO CUTE??? LIKE WHAT IS THIS LONG NOODLE DOING TO THIS POOR CAFE BARISTA'S HEART OMGGG

[cultgambles]

Yeah She Bad Ain’t She

Why would I wanna keep her to myself

Dabi x Reader x Hawks

Wrote this in Hawks’ POV bc try new things. Enjoy! Also got inspired by some audios on gwa lol but what’s new.

Voyeurism, exhibitionism, public, threesome, mutual masturbation, one (1) gay joke, they/them pronouns for reader, afab tho

WC: 1794

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The first time you step into the dingy bar of the LOV, you scrunch your nose at the smell. Cough into your fist, and scan the room with careful eyes. You see Tomura Shigaraki nursing a whiskey at the bar, Kurogiri behind it, Spinner chatting up Twice. Dabi is laid back on the couch, his arm slung around someone you don’t recognize.

“Hawks, our newest member!” Shigaraki says to the team. “Give him every hospitality.”

“Hey-yo!” you say, saluting leisurely as a greeting. Shigaraki introduces everyone, as if you don’t already know who everyone is. Except one person, the one cozied up to Dabi. They introduce themselves as [Y/N]. Someone you’ll have to research on later before you report back to the commission, which makes you sigh silently.

“Come sit! You’re in luck because tonight is movie night!” Twice says.

“Just tonight?” you ask, watching the rest of the members find seats around the small TV.

“Every Thursday!”

“What are we watching tonight?”

“Catch Me If You Can! About that American con artist,” [Y/N] says. “Pass me that blanket, would you?”

“Sounds interesting. And sure,” you say, tossing the Christmas themed blanket at them. You watch as they fluff it out on themselves and Dabi. You push over one of those lounge chairs and flop onto it. Shigaraki queues up Netflix and hits the play button.

About thirty minutes in, you hear [Y/N]. “Dabi, stop,” they whisper, smacking him on the arm lightly.

“What, I���m not doing anything at all.”

“Don’t act all innocent.” Out of your peripheral vision, you swear you see Dabi’s hand move under the blanket, ​​[Y/N]’s hand gripping his forearm.

“But don’t I make you feel good, baby?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions. The problem is everyone is here.”

“Not like we haven’t done something like this before,” he scoffs. “Look, we even got an audience.”

Your face flushes as you listen to their conversation. You barely hear a low groan from [Y/N]’s lips.

“Can y’all shut the fuck up? I’m trying to see what Frank’s gonna do!” Shigaraki fumes, whipping around. A look at Dabi. “Oh.”

“C’mon, boss, don’t pay attention to us, watch the movie,” [Y/N] says.

“This is free entertainment right here.”

[Y/N]’s hips jolt upwards. “You perv.”

“More moaning my name, less talking,” Dabi growls, ripping the blanket off [Y/N]. [Y/N]’s wearing a yellow sundress, that by now, is hitched up above their hips. Their panties are pushed to the side, showing their glistening sex. Dabi’s middle finger and ring finger disappear inside of them, his palm pressing against the clit roughly as he fingers them.

“I-Is this a normal occurrence?” you stutter, face turning the same color as your wings.

“P-pretty normal, yeah, oh, Dabi, right there!” [Y/N] trails off, grinding up for more friction.

“What can we say, we like to have fun here.”

By now, the other league members have turned around, movie be damned.

“How are y’all so casual about this?!”

“Don’t be like that, you’re having a good time too, bird brain,” Dabi smirks, eyes drifting to your growing erection.

“Shut the fuck up,” you snap. But he’s not wrong, both of them have got you so enamored. You hear the squelch and squeaks, the quickening of breaths.

“Dabi, I need you, need your cock,” you barely hear them whisper.

“Of course, doll. Lay down,” Dabi smiles softly, planting a kiss on their lips.

You don’t know if you’d rather be him or [Y/N].

[Y/N] slips down, horizontal on the couch. You eye Dabi as he stands straighter, nimble fingers unclasping his belt and pulling his cock out. It shimmers slightly in the TV light. He drags his cock along their folds, gathering wetness. He taps it against them. Without warning, he slams into them, both letting out a guttural sound at the sensation. His pace is slow, he’s gripping [Y/N]’s hips as a smack smack smack rings out as their bodies meet.

Somewhere behind you, you hear a zipper unzipping. You’re tempted to too, but would that be too soon? Must be, since this is basically your first official day here.

But you don’t deny how good [Y/N] looks taking Dabi’s cock. Hair splayed out, breasts moving under that sundress. You want to rip the dress off of them. Tt hold, knead at the flesh, and lick at the pert nipple. Your eyes travel down their body, where [Y/N] takes him in so nicely. How would they taste, you wonder.

And what about Dabi? Just the size of him could choke you out.

Dabi’s voice snaps you out of your reverie. “C’mon, man, if you’re just gonna stare at them, why don’t you play?”

“Nothin’ wrong with lookin,’” you trail off.

You so want to. Badly.

“Hawwwwkkks,” [Y/N] moans. “Let me taste you. Taste me. Whatever.”

“You heard them,” Dabi drawls.

One beat, and suddenly you’re up, fast as lightning. “[Y/N], let me take your dress off.”

“Okay,” [Y/N] lifts their arms as you pull the dress up over their head, revealing the tantalizing and smooth skin. You toss the dress somewhere to the side of you and rip off your gloves. You kneel beside them on the floor, slotting your mouth against theirs in an open mouthed kiss. Your hands sneak up, massaging their breasts and pinching the nipples.

You feel [Y/N]’s hand snake down your chest, and whimper as their hand grips your clothed cock. You pull away to bring it out. The tip is flushed red, a bead of precum forming at the slit. You stroke your hand down once, and move so your hips are flush with [Y/N]’s face.

“Nice dick,” [Y/N] and Dabi mutter at the same time.

“Jinx!” [Y/N] barks a laugh that soon turns into a moan at a particularly hard thrust.

[Y/N]’s tongue slides on the underside of your cock, massaging the vein there. Soon enough, it’s enveloped in their mouth and you fight to suppress a moan.

“Your mouth feels so good, baby.” [Y/N] hums, taking you in deeper. Their nose nuzzles the hair at the base of your dick slightly. They barely have to do any work as Dabi basically pushes them forward with each thrust. Dabi looks up at you with lazy eyes.

“Kiss me,” you plead, leaning in.

“That’s gay,” he says as he captures your lips with his.

You’ve never kissed a man before. He tastes like old cigarettes and mint. Your tongue slides against his teeth, and finally meets his tongue.

He’s got a tongue piercing.

How many piercings does this dude even have?

You jerk away without warning as [Y/N] does a particularly hard suck.

“Wanna feel their pussy?”

“I couldn’t.”

“Just because you’re new I’ll

let you.” Is this a trick?

You so want to.

[Y/N] pops off of you. “Dabs likes watching.”

“Does that even count since I’m also partaking?”

“I think so. Just get over here, I need your fat cock in my mouth. Not that yours wasn’t also good, Hawks. Just needs to be somewhere else,” [Y/N] says.

“Do it!” you hear.

Damn. You’re so wrapped up in these two, you forgot there was an audience. However, it seems that was the push you needed. You give the a-okay. Dabi nods, clearly pleased by your decision, and pulls out.

You trade places, [Y/N]’s hole flexing against nothing. You bring two fingers down to swipe at the wetness and run your tongue along the digits. You guide your cock in, letting out a satisfied moan at the warmth. [Y/N] squeezes your cock deliciously, and you almost want to come right then and there. You tell them so.

Your pace isn’t as brutal as Dabi’s but still elicits those sounds you're beginning to love out of [Y/N]’s mouth. A sick part of you hopes you’re better than Dabi, and that they will leave him for you.

Or maybe they’ll let you in again? How often do they do this sort of stuff, you wonder to yourself.

[Y/N] and Dabi are holding hands sweetly, their fingers brushing against his charred skin rhythmically.

Your hand moves to rub tight circles on their clit and you're squeezed impossibly tighter as a response.

“You gonna come, [Y/N]?” Dabi asks. “Getting sloppy there. Don’t bite, baby.”

“I’m so close,” [Y/N]’s voice dips off info nothingness at the end, mouth agape. They throw their head back as they move their hips against yours when your body meets theirs. “I want both of you to come inside of me.”

“Wasn’t gonna do it anywhere else,” Dabi chuckles.

“You want me to?” you ask.

“Yeah, fill me up good, Hawks.”

You glance at Dabi. He shrugs. Hope he doesn’t kill you for this.

“Oh shit,” you curse, feeling [Y/N] spasm around you and shudder.

You think Dabi comes at the same time you do. You slow to a languid pace, letting [Y/N]’s walls milk you.

“Good job, doll face,” you watch him lean down and peck [Y/N] on the forehead. “You too, bird brain.”

“Uh, thanks.” You pull out of [Y/N], and they wince at the loss. You tuck yourself back into your pants and [Y/N] wraps the blanket around their shoulders.

“Good show!” Twice says.

“Now let’s finish the movie,” Shigaraki huffs out.

“You have such a one track mind, Shiggy,” [Y/N] says, ruffling his hair.

“I’m just really invested.”

“Yeah, you were invested in us, too,” they say, looking down briefly.

“Oh shut up.” You catch a glimpse of his cock as he scurried to shove it back in his pants.

“See ya round, Hawks,” [Y/N] says, blowing you a kiss. They take Dabi’s hand in theirs and walk up the stairs at the back of the bar.

“Probably gonna fuck some more,” Spinner snickers.

You’re lucky your mic on the inside of your jacket just happened to die before you got up to some frisky business. This has got to be the weirdest thing you’ve been a part of: League of Villains just fuck as bonding activity.

Maybe you’ll keep this one to yourself. You wonder if they would ever invite you again.

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Can I request reader going to meet mob! tom's friends and when tom gets there, everyone tells him about the hot girl who just walked in and how they wanna fuck her tonight and when he tells them it's his gf they are like 😳 oh and you know tom being the most fearless mobster has trouble controlling his rage and maybe both y/n and tom have some jealous sex. pls I hope this doesn't trigger you and only write this if you want to and stay safe

I literally listened to where you belong by the weeknd while writing this the whole time lol. Hope you like this.

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : 18 +, SMUT, mature content, dom/sub dynamics, light bondage, language, breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Where you belong

It was like any other night where Tom had to attend one of those lavish parties thrown by the biggest crime families in the country after all he's the mob boss but this time it was little different as you were going to join him tonight. After dating for six months Tom finally thought to introduce you to his underworld friends. Tom was dressed as usual in his business clothes which was a nice ensemble from Prada looking dashingly handsome as always. On the other hand you chose to wear the skin tight dress which Tom liked the most according to him it brings out the best of you. 

Reaching the venue you stepped out of the car as Tom hands the valet the car keys to park his car. Just when you were about to go inside together Tom remembers that he had an important phone call to make.

"Love, you go inside I'll be right behind you" He says to you.

"Okay come fast" you give a smile.

"Yeah I will" after making the call Tom goes inside the hall to find you when he heard some of his friends call out to him.

‘‘Hey Tom!’’ He momentarily forgot about you and made his way towards them.

"So what's up boys?" He pats Michael’s shoulder taking a drink from the ushers. 

"Tom, mate, you have no idea what you just missed’’ he informs all excitedly. 

‘‘Oh really? What was it?’’ he asked, amused.

‘‘Ask who was it, she was a fucking bombshell man, who just walked right through that door!" 

"You should have looked at her ass mate god I just want to fuck her so bad" Charles added.

"Keep dreaming you suckers because Roy is already at it, look over there" Liam chuckles pointing out to them. Tom followed their gaze and his jaw clenched as soon as he saw you, smiling and talking to one of his friends, he inhaled sharply in anger at the fact that all this time his friends were just talking about fucking you in front of him. 

‘‘Damn Roy is gonna get lucky tonight just look at those tits’’ Michael remarks as everyone chuckles except Tom who was fuming with rage.

‘‘You say another fucking word about her and I’m gonna cut that filthy tongue of yours!’’ He spat at him.

‘‘Woah man, relax. What got you so riled up?’’ Tom turned to them with a death glare.

"Listen you morons I want to make this loud and clear, she’s my girl’’ everyone’s eyes went wide in shock as they gulped hard in fear because the last thing anyone would want is to piss off Tom ‘‘and if anyone of you even dare to have improper thoughts about her I’m gonna put a fucking bullet in your heads! Do you fucking get that?!’’ He growled as everyone hung their heads low in fear agreeing to him. He then strides his way towards you.

‘‘So all by yourself?’’ Roy asks with suave in his voice.

‘‘Oh no, I’m with my boyfriend, Tom Holland you might know him’’

‘‘You- you are Holland’s girl?’’ He stutters in fear knowing that he is good as dead if Tom comes to know that he was trying to bed his girl.

‘‘Yeah’’ you tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear smiling.

"Hey darling" you felt a familiar pair of hands wrap around your waist possessively.

"There he is!" you chirped as Tom knelt down to plant a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Where were you?" you pouted.

"Sorry darling was just catching up with some friends" 

"Hey Tom" Roy says awkwardly trying to act friendly

"Hey Roy" Tom gives him a hard glare and turns to you.

"I think it's time for us to leave" He says pressing his lips in a thin line.

"But Tom we just arrived won't you have a couple of drinks" you frowned at the sudden change of plans.

"I think I actually had enough darling, let's go now" He says sternly, you noticed his hard gaze and stopped yourself from questioning him further.

"Okay" He literally dragged you out of the place to the parking area. You got inside the car and sat on the passenger seat as Tom sat on the driver's seat slamming the door shut with such force that startled you. 

The whole ride back was completely silent; you occasionally saw him gripping on the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. You knew your boyfriend as the most feared mob boss who was also known for his short temper. And by the look on his face he seemed angry for some reason which you are unable to figure out. Surprisingly his angry demeanor was turning you on, you shifted on your seat uncomfortably as you felt heat pool between your legs which didn't go unnoticed by Tom. 

Tom didn't want the night to end like this but here he was furious and raging from inside. He was very well aware of his anger management issues and since the day you walked into his life he has tried to be the better man for you including keeping his anger in check because he would do anything for you. He was never the kind of man to be triggered with such petty things but when it comes to you he just can't control himself he couldn't get over the thought of his friends were literally eye fucking you in front him. It wasn't your fault though you were no doubt beautiful and he feels extremely lucky that he gets to call you his. But seeing you talking and laughing with Roy just lighted up his fuse. He knew you were just being nice to him but when he knows what Roy's actual intentions were with you just makes him see red. 

He just wants to be reassured again that you belonged to him and only him which he is going to make sure tonight. And seeing you getting all fidgety he knew that you were soaking with arousal making him smirk internally at the effect he has on you. 

You finally reached the driveway of your mansion as Tom pulled over the car. You couldn't take the silence anymore and finally spoke up. 

"Tom are you OK?" your voice was full of concern reaching out a hand to his forehead "You are sweating" He grabs your hand with a death grip making you swallow hard as your gaze shifted to his brown orbs which were now swirling with rage and pure lust, yes he was angry and you know exactly what is going to happen next you found yourself getting even more wet just at the thought of it. 

"Bedroom. Strip and wait for me" his voice sharp and dominating. You nodded and let out a small "Yes" 

"Yes what?" He demands. 

"Yes sir" you say submissively, the corner of his lips curl up to a smirk as he brushes your cheekbone with his knuckles gently. 

"Good girl" 

You got out of the car and immediately went to your bedroom. Without wasting any time you did just as you were told, taking off your dress, you sat on the bed on your knees in just your lace panties with palms laying flat on your thighs as you waited for him in anticipation. Every passing minute felt like an hour as you felt your nipples harden in the cool air and arousal pool between your legs, you rubbed your thighs to get some relief from the growing ache. 

He finally arrives after some agonizing moments later the tux he was wearing already discarded and some of the buttons of his shirt unbuttoned giving a nice peak to the solid abs underneath. 

"Such a good girl, aren't you princess?" he cooes as he walks in and sits in front of you. 

"Only for you Tommy" you say sweetly. He knelt down and grabbed your jaw roughly to capture your lips hungrily his tongue prys open your mouth exploring your mouth. He gently sucks on your bottom lip tugging it lightly before pulling away you look at him through your lashes gasping. He brushes his thumb against your swollen bottom lip which you eagerly wrapped your lips onto, sucking and swirling your tongue around it as you hold onto his arm.

"Now don't be so greedy" he purrs as you release his thumb with a pop. 

"Give me your hands" He demands as you reluctantly extend your hands to him. Tom knows how you hate your hands being tied up with how much you love to run your hands through his hair and hold him close to you making you feel safe in his arms but today he had to establish that you were only his, he takes out his tie that was stuffed in his back pocket and ties up your hands with intricate knots. 

"Is this OK?" he asks tugging on it.

"Yes" you affirm, he pushes you onto the bed as you fall back on the soft mattress with him hovering over you as he unbuttons the rest of the buttons of his shirt and takes it off in a swift move. 

"So beautiful and just for me" he says with hooded eyes while his hands trailed down your inner thigh as the coolness of the gold rings on his finger sent shivers right up your core. He pinned your tied hands above your head when you tried to raise them.

‘‘Uh uh princess I thought you were my good girl’’ He patronizes

‘‘I am’’ you whimper in his strong hold.

‘‘Then behave if you don’t want me to leave you like this’’ he says kissing down your throat. You let out a gasp when you felt his warm mouth latch on to your hardened nipple. He smirked and continued sucking, teeth grazing on your soft mounds making you moan. 

"How dare those bastards look at what is mine?!" he growls in between littering your skin with wet kisses and marking you.

You were so helpless and completely at his mercy. Writhing under him and craving him so badly, snaking a hand inside your soaked panties, "so fucking wet" he observed as he spread your slick around your folds, pulling a desperate whimper from you. He brings his fingers to his mouth. 

"Tastes so sweet every time angel" he hums sucking them clean. He then trailed kisses down your stomach, on your navel, before he found home between your legs as he hooks his fingers to the waistband of your panties and simply rips it off you. He stared at your bare, glistening pussy hungrily as if you were his last meal. He dives down right into it sloppily licking through your folds making you arch your back but he holds you down placing a hand on your stomach as he continues his assault. 

You felt dizzy, your brain barely able to comprehend your surroundings. The only sensation you felt was Tom and his calloused fingers which he expertly worked up your dripping cunt and threw you over the edge. When he pushed three of his fingers inside you, you felt delirious and came all around his fingers. 

Tom quickly gets rid of the rest of his clothes and holds himself above you resting his forearm on the side of your head one hand reaches down to grab his throbbing member as he swipes his tip through your slick folds coating it with your arousal before pushing it in your aching hole. You gasp as you feel his tip slide past your entrance and fills you entirely, the stretch making you close your eyes in pleasure. 

‘‘Always so fucking tight!’’ He grunts feeling your walls warm and snug around him. Your eyes shoot wide open as he pulls his hips back and slams right into you without even letting you adjust to him, drawing out a loud moan from you. 

You were writhing underneath him wriggling your hands desperately wanting to feel him and hold on to him. Tom finally took mercy on you as he snakes a hand to your wrists and unties your restraints. As soon as your hands were free you flung them to his back pulling him closer as possible, one hand went to tug on to the roots of his hair. You wrapped your legs around his hips, hooking them behind his back. You could never get enough of him, you needed him deep inside you exploring parts of you that no one could ever reach. He nips at your neck sucking on your skin harshly, making sure for everyone to see who you belong to.

"Who is making you feel this good princess?" His voice raspy and breathless.

"You…" your voice trailed off as he pounds into you mercilessly. 

"Didn't hear you princess" he reaches down to rub where your bodies were connected. 

"You Tom! You!" you shrieked out at the added stimulation.

"That's right baby, I’m the only one who can make you feel like this, no one can make you scream the way I do, no one knows where to touch you like I do" he rubs harsher circles on your sensitive bud and moves his hips to thrust into you deeper, your moans growing louder and louder boosting his ego as your walls clasp around him.

"Fuck! I need to make sure everyone knows who you belong to eh? Maybe put a baby in you, what do you say?" He reckons while he continued to rut his hips

"Yes Tom fill me up, fill me up with your babies" you nod your head furiously as the sound of skin slapping against each other fills the room along with your grunts and moans.

"You will look so pretty baby, all round and beautiful with our child" He brushes your hair gently from your sweat covered face, you were a babbling mess by now unable to form any proper words except his name, his words only spurring you on to your impending climax. He keeps pounding into you even harder than before as you feel your body tense up, toes curling as the coil inside your stomach tightened.

"C'mon baby cum all over my cock, make me fill you up and mark you as mine" He urges and you screamed out when you felt the coil inside you finally snap your walls tightening around him as you came undone raking your nails down his back while his lips captured your swollen ones swallowing your moans as he finally cums inside you filling you up with his warm release and collapses on top of you.

"Mine" he mumbles into your skin between ragged breaths. 

"All yours" you say reassuringly running your fingers through his hair soothingly catching your breath. 

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[hangovercurse]

The Things We Can’t Tell Pete About

Pete invites you to meet his friends from The Dirt and makes you promise not to flirt with any of them, which is a lot easier said than done, especially when Colson Baker acts like that.

Request: “Hey so I love all your writing and I just thought you should know that! But also I’d your requests are on still would you mind writing a youre Pete’s little sister but kells got a crush xx”

Colson x reader

Warnings: Drug use, Cursing

A/N: I know, Dom (Yungblud) wrote the song, but also I am the writer and I say that Y/N wrote it :) Anyways, enjoy. This is only part 1 of what is probably going to be a fun, cute lil series. Also thank you to the anon who sent this! You made my day(s)

Word Count: 2411

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New York was lonely without your brother. He had been filming in New Orleans for the past three months, leaving you alone. You had some friends, but Pete was your best friend. You were only eight months younger than him and practically attached at the hip. You supposed going through trauma together would do that to people.

He facetimed you all the time from set, updating you on things in his life, showing you cool stuff from the set, and introducing you to his castmates. You had kept him updated on your music, playing him demos of songs you were writing and getting his opinion on them.

Him being away wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but it definitely sucked for you. So, when Pete texted you that he was having a few friends from the movie over the night he got back, you were ecstatic.

Before you left your apartment to walk to his, he texted you.

You’re not allowed to flirt with any of my friends

You rolled your eyes as you locked your door, preparing a response.

I’ll try my best

Your phone buzzed seconds later.

I’m serious. I don’t trust any of them with you.

And I don’t need that kind of awkwardness in my life

Like if you date one of my friends and it goes badly

I don’t wanna deal with that shit

You chuckled at his chain of texts.

Don’t flirt with your friends because they’re dicks, got it

Don’t worry bro, I know the sibling code

 You came to find out that that was a lot easier said than done. When you walked into his place, everyone in the room turned to look at you. You recognized most of them from your facetimes with Pete, but you doubted they remembered who you were. One who did remember you was Colson, Pete’s new best friend. He made eye contact with you from across the room, a sly grin on his lips. You sent him a small smile, Pete’s text running through your head briefly.

You found your brother lounging on the couch, a huge grin on his face. He was definitely tripping on mushrooms. “Y/N!” He yelled. “This is my baby sister, everyone.”

You rolled your eyes, walking further into the room, grabbing a drink from the cooler, and taking an empty seat on the opposite couch. “I’m less than a year younger than you, Pete.”

You heard a snicker from the one of the guys, looking over to see Colson covering up the smile on his face. “But you’re still younger than me so it counts.”

Everyone went back to their own conversations, which you were thankful for. “Y/N, you remember Colson, right?” Pete motioned to the blond guy.

“Yeah.” You nodded, looking him up and down. His muscle tank exposed the sleeves of tattoos, which seemed to cover every inch of his skin. “Your hair was different, but yeah I remember you.” You opened the beer on the coffee table, taking a swig.

“You’re the musician, right?” He asked you, leaning back onto the couch.

You nodded, “Aspiring musician but, yeah.”

“Oh, she’s great. You should hear her sometime.” Pete butted in, grinning like an idiot at you.

You rolled your eyes but had a smile on your face. “I work primarily as a songwriter and editor right now, but I’m trying to work on putting out some of my own stuff.”

You felt a little intimidated talking to Machine Gun Kelly about music, seeing as he was one of the best in the industry, but he seemed to be genuinely interested in your work. “Well, if you ever want some help or someone to listen to it, I’d be willing.” He flashed a smile, his bright blue eyes sparkling.

“Thanks, that’s really cool of you.” You bit your lip slightly, trying to hide the fact that you were totally breaking Pete’s rule.

Pete sent a glare your way to which you raised your eyebrow. You weren’t really flirting; you were just… making connections. “Anyways,” he cleared his throat, “I’ve been working on this sketch idea, Y/N, and I need your opinion.”

You nodded, letting him talk. “So, I was thinking like, there’s this guy with posters all over his wall. Like life size posters of a bunch of different people. And he falls asleep while doing homework and he dreams about them coming to life. And it plays out like one of those really bad commercials that encourage kids to stay in school and shit. Like the posters are telling him to study for his test, but then there’s this one poster that’s like, very sexy. And she’s just like, talking about hot dogs and everyone else gets really sick of it and one of the other posters tries to like, tear down her poster or something.”

Throughout his description, you got more and more confused. “Pete, that’s not funny that’s just fuckin weird.” His mouth hung open in shock. “Dude, seriously? The big punchline is the playboy poster girl talking about hot dogs until the other poster people get tired of it?”

“Yes.” Pete said, as if it were obvious. “That’s hilarious.” You glanced at Colson with a questioning look on your face. He seemed as unsure of the joke as you were.

“Pete, man, that’s not your best work.” Colson clapped him on the shoulder and you giggled at Pete’s disappointed expression.

“You guys are mean.” He pouted and you two laughed. “Ok, well, how would you make it funny?”

“I don’t know if you can, bro.” Colson’s laugh was contagious. When he laughed his whole body shook, his feet stomping and everything.

“What are the other posters?” You asked, trying to be supportive but knowing this wouldn’t turn out very good.

“Well, I was thinking maybe one is like a video game character. Like that lady from Wreck-It-Ralph. The mean one. And then like a snowboarder who is definitely high, and someone else, I dunno.” He shrugged, taking a hit from the joint in his hand and passing it to you.

“Okay…” You trailed off, looking at Colson for support. You brought the blunt to your lips, inhaling the smoke and bringing it down, letting the smoke leave your mouth slowly. You passed the joint to Colson, who gladly took it, a smirk on his face.

Pete looked between you two at the small interaction, a frown. “So, the posters,” he brought your attention away from the man again, “they’re all really serious about teaching this dude math. But the hotdog girl just keeps talking about hot dogs in like this really high-pitched voice.”

You watched the smoke fall from Colson’s lips, not fully paying attention to your brother.

“Yeah man, I think that sounds funny.” Colson told Pete, his eyes lingering on you for a little longer than they should have. “It could use some work but if anyone can make it funny, it’s you.” Colson punched your brother on the shoulder, but the look he sent you said the exact opposite.

You held in your giggle, taking another sip of your beer.

The rest of the night followed a similar pattern, you and Colson flirting and Pete trying to get in between you two. At one point, after a few more hits of weed and a couple more drinks, Colson brought out a guitar, insisting you play something for him. Where he got the guitar from, you had no idea, but you didn’t ask questions. Instead, you rolled your eyes, insisting that “if I have to play something, so do you.”

Everyone was too caught up in their own conversations to care about the noise, or too drunk. You started strumming, trying to remember the chords to a song you had started writing a few days ago. “There’s no lyrics yet, just a melody I came up with.” You blushed, feeling very self-conscious suddenly.

“Guess I’ll just free style to it then.” He chuckled as you started to strum, your fingers working the strings like they had your whole life.

The blond man closed his eyes, head nodding as you played and thinking of what to rap.

“Watch me, take a good thing and fuck it all up in one night. Catch me, I’m the one on the run away from the headlights.

No sleep, up all week wastin time with people I don’t like. I think, somethin’s fuckin wrong with me.

You smiled as he sang, watching his expressions change as he tried to think up the next line.

Drown myself in alcohol, that shit never helps at all

I might say some stupid things tonight when you pick up this call

I be hearin silence on the other side for way to long, I can taste it on my tongue, I can tell that somethin’s wrong.”

He opened his eyes, looking rather proud of himself. “I had some of those lyrics already, but I just changed ‘em a little. I really liked that.”

You nodded, “That was impressive.” You smiled, looking back down to the guitar when something hit you.

You began to play the same melody but pitched higher to fit your voice.

“Roll me up, and smoke me love

And we could fly into the night

You take drugs, to let go, and figure it all out on your own

Take drugs, on gravestones, to figure it all out on your own.”

You looked up to Colson, watching his expression change, his eyes wide. Pete had a proud look on his face.

“Pete, you are a sucky hype man. You did her no justice.” Colson hit Pete on the arm.

“Whaddya mean, I told you she was great.”

Colson looked over to you, a stupid smile on his face. “Seriously, that was fucking amazing. Like, we gotta write that shit out some day.”

You bit your lip, trying to stop the blush from reaching your cheeks. “Yeah, that’d be cool.” You were trying your best to keep your cool as Colson kept his gaze on you, but you were completely freaking out on the inside.

A little while later, almost everyone was gone except you, Pete, Colson, and Douglas Booth, who joined your conversation not long after your jam session. Pete let out a yawn, directing your attention to the time.

“Jesus, it’s already 4am?” You asked, a frown on your face.

“Why, you got somewhere to be, darling?” Douglas asked you, your face scrunching up from the nickname.

“I have a writing session at 11 am tomorrow. Or, today, I guess.”

Pete reached out to hit you in the head, playfully, which you dodged. “Go to bed, dummy.”

You shrugged, “I’m gonna be dead at it anyways, might as well keep the party going a little longer.”

Douglas rolled his eyes, patting your shoulder. “Be that as it may, I am ending this party and going home. Goodnight, guys. It was nice meeting you again, Y/N. Good to see you guys.” Douglas and the guys did that little hand slap and hug thing before he left.

“I love you both, but I will also be going to sleep. And you should too.” Pete stood up, stretching his arms out before giving Colson a fist bump and leaving to his bedroom.

Once your older brother left, Colson moved to the couch you were on, his arm falling over your shoulders. You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “And how can I help you Mr. Kelly?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m assuming Pete gave us both very similar talking to’s, given the glares you’ve been receiving all night.”

“You mean the “don’t flirt with my friends” talking to or the other one?” You tilted your head, a sly look on your face.

“That’s the one.” Colson laughed through his nose, an adorable smile on his face. You were both considerably high, but you still knew exactly what you were doing.

You moved closer to Colson’s body, “Well then I guess we’d better not do this.” You said quietly, leaning into him. “Or this,” You grabbed his jaw, inches from his face.

“Or this?” He whispered, connecting your lips. You smiled into the kiss, tasting the weed on his tongue. You adjusted your body so you were facing him, his arm that was once around your shoulder now wrapped around your waist.

His other hand grabbed your leg, pulling you up so you were straddling his lap, and your arms wrapped around his neck. His lips seemed to fit perfectly around yours, and you did all you could to keep yourself from moaning into the kiss as his hand began to travel up your leg.

Realization hit you like a brick wall, and you pulled away, your breathing heavy. “Sorry,” you muttered after a few seconds. You climbed off his lap, smoothing out your shirt. “We shouldn’t do that. I shouldn’t have done that.” You smiled awkwardly down at him.

He nodded, the same realization hitting him. “Yeah, that’s not the best idea. Sorry I wasn’t really thinking.”

You shook your head, cheeks still very red. “No, no, no don’t apologize. It was fine, it’s all fine.”

He nodded, looking down awkwardly. “I should get going.” He stood up, landing a little too close to you.

“Why don’t you just sleep here? Pete won’t mind and it’s a lot easier than going home.” You bit your lip awkwardly, taking a few steps back.

Colson scratched the back of his neck. This was a very different demeanor than he had before, and you found it very cute. “Are you sure?”

You nod. “I’ll get you some blankets and pillows.” You moved towards the guest bedroom, a guilty smile on your face. You moved your hand to your lips, feeling where Colson’s lips had graced you minutes before.

You came back to find Colson laying on the couch, one hand behind his head. “We don’t have to tell Pete about that, right?”

You shook your head, a small smile still playing on your lips. You put the pillow behind his head, watching his eyes as he watched your lips. “Stop looking at me like that or I’ll do something else we can’t tell Pete about.” You said quietly, watching him grin. You pulled the blanket over him, leaning down to be level with his face.

“I kind of like the things we can’t tell Pete about.” Colson chuckled, leaning forward to connect your lips again.

[sparetimeimagines]

Choices | Miya Osamu

tags; betrayal, smut, oral, body worship, Atsumu being an asshole

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Head tuckered in between his arms, lips locked and sweat glistening the skin making them slick, you had Atsumu right where you wanted him. His hand brushes against your thigh, sliding to your sweet cunt, cuffing it’s purring folds until you’re pulling into his touch.

“I want you.” You murmur into his ear, your teeth nipping at the lobe. Your pants drip from your tongue until he begins rubbing aggressively whilst his lips attack your neck.

“I know.” He smirks kissing your neck, moving to your chin and finally your lips.

Mesmerizing lips, those you need today more than others.

“Then do something about it.” You smirk, tugging at his shirt when the bedroom door throws itself open without warning.

“Bro, she’s here!” A hushed whisper interrupts your session forcing Atsumu out of your gasp.

“Chiyo.”

Chiyo... the one he told you he left. The one he told you he had nothing to do with anymore... that Chiyo.

Your brows raise in his direction as he throws a sweater over his head and shifts from his brother to you and back to his brother.

“You can’t be here.” Atsumu says in hushed tones.

“Well she can’t leave.” Osamu frowns.

“Why not?”

“Chiyo’s downstairs.”

Footsteps begin making their way up the stairs, when you’re yanked drastically from the bed into Osamu’s arms, his lips instantly attached to yours.

He’s covering for his brother...

Disgust boils in your stomach... however not from Osamu. But at Atsumu. How he lied to you when he said he severed all ties with her. How he lied when he promised you that you were the only one.

Your hands slither into his hair as the door opens, revealing his brother’s beautiful girlfriend.

Your chest feels heavy and right now you only want Atsumu to hurt.

Right now you only want him to feel the same way you do... betrayed.

“Damn baby, have you been working out? You feel so much tighter.” You grasp Osamu’s arm, revealing his bulging muscle in awe as an attempt to ignore Chiyo joining her boyfriend’s side.

She smiles at the twins, greeting her boyfriend with a kiss.

Your chest tightens feeling the pure sensation of jealousy.

“Osamu! I didn’t know you had a girlfriend. Why haven’t you introduced me?” She’s beautiful and genuine like you always wanted to be, no wonder he kept her around. “I don’t think we’ve met.” She introduces herself with a bow. “I’m Sato Chiyo.” Her proper ninety degrees bow makes you uneasy, however you returned the favor.

“I’ve been abroad in the United States.” You hug Osamu from the side. “I couldn’t stay away from my Samu.. my heart ached too much.” You kiss his cheek.

“I know exactly what you mean, these three years have been so hard on Sumu and mine’s relationship. And you know how it is with their light night practices, he hardly has time to call.” She snuggles her face into her boyfriend’s neck.

Three years you say...

You had so much you wanted to say to Atsumu, but the way his eyes are pleading, you decide his needs need to be met.

“I understand, which is why Osamu and I are leaving now.” You nearly choke. “It’s nice meeting you.”

He pulls your hand out of the room,however you insist on closing the door, meeting Atsumu at the eyesight shaking your head.

Into his room, much cleaner than Atsumu’s, you stand in the doorway.

“Hey...” Osamu’s voice is much softer than you ever heard before. “He’s not worth it. Don’t cry.” He pulls you into his arms.

“Did you know?” You frown and he nods. “Why didn’t you tell me Samu?”

“He made me promise not to.” He sighs feeling guilty.

“What does she have that I don’t?” Your eyes drop to your feet. “I already know she’s beautiful.”

“I know. It’s not fair he gets two beautiful girls.” He mumbles.

He thinks you’re beautiful?

You flush and repeat the question.

“Money.” He sighs. “It’s money, Y/N. He thinks they’ll be successful together.”

“Then what am I to him? Does he not want anything to do with me?”

He sighs once more, enveloping you into his arms.

“He’s a jerk. I’m sorry. I apologize on his behalf. He’s my blood.”

You close your eyes to stop the tears.

“I wish I could tell you I had no idea.”

He releases you and offers you a spot on his bed.

“You’re stuck here for awhile, you know, since you missed me while studying abroad.” He smirks over your cover. “So what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. Just turn on a movie or something.” You sigh stealing his pillow into your chest. “I just... need a minute to process all this.”

He simply nods turning on a film, sitting beside you.

You couldn’t pay much attention to the film. You knew there was a girl who goes to a secret village to find her parents. But where were her parents? And who was the thing in a black robe.

You attempted to pay attention after a few minutes passed, when you started to hear banging on the wall, and you immediately knew what he was doing.

“Let’s just turn this up.” Osamu tries, seeing the look of discomfort on your face.

You lay your head against his shoulder and lift it to get comfortable at the same time when he checks to see if you’re ok. Your faces are centimeters apart.

“You don’t want to watch this movie, do you?” He whispers and you shake your head.

Instead, you stare into his eyes, identical to his brothers and let your lips graze his.

Those plump lips, just like the ones you want to be kissing now, press back against yours. His hand cups your cheek as he gently lowers you into the bed.

“Why do you like him anyway? He whispers, a smirk playing on his lips. “I can treat you so much better than he can.” He pleads with his eyes.

“Samu, I-”

“He’s in the other room fucking a girl for her money. You can’t possibly feel bad for kissing me.” He calls you out. “Yeah, I know that look, Y/n.” He kisses you, his hand sliding down to your hips. “If he really cared about you, he wouldn’t be inside her right now.”

What he said hit you harder than a car ever could. You grab his face and pull him in like your life depends on it.

“You’re right.” Kissing those lips, you lose yourself in him. “He never loved me.”

“He never loved you.” Osamu says in between kisses, his hands lifting your shirt over your head. “Let me show you. Let me worship your body that way you deserve to be.”

His lips start with yours, those eyes daring you to make a noise. His teeth pull your lower lip, leaving them with a pop, dragging to your chin then your neck.

“Baby, your skin is so smooth.” He sucks into your neck. He moans sinking his teeth into your crook. “Tell me, who’s going to make you cum?”

“You are, Osamu.” A quiet moan slips past your lips. To his dissatisfaction, he bites you again.

“I’m sorry, I missed that.” His tongue slides over the bite. “Tell me again. Louder.”

“You are Osamu.” Your breathy moan makes his pants grow tighter against your leg and he bites you once more.

“Louder.” He bites you.

“Fuck Osamu!” You cry out and hear a loud hard thud against the wall like objects falling.

“Mmm Good girl.” You feel his smirk pressing against your collarbone as his fingers trace the lace along your bra, detaching the hook and eye, letting you fall out in front of him.

“Oh my God.” His lips part in awe, those eyes growing large.

“What?” The heart in your chest pounds vividly, your insecurities making your arms cover your chest.

“No no no, come here.” Osamu locks his hands intertwining yours, pinning you against his bed. He hovers over you licking his lips.

“Your tits... they’re perfect.” He swallows hard following back to your face. “Don’t you ever cover yourself up like that.” He kisses your lips. He slips past your shoulders and straight to your breasts releasing your other hand from captivity.

His hand grasps your breast, squeezing it as a whole while he takes the other in his mouth. His slippery tongue circles around your nipple, feeling the bud tighten into a point.

“Oh baby, you like this.” His hot breath intensifies your sensitivities. He switches to the other breast mocking the first.

“You’re...” he takes your nipple in between his teeth. “Perfect.”

He massages your breasts looking between them.

“Tell me how badly you want me.” Osamu smirks catching his breath. “Tell me Baby. Do you want me to fuck you?”

You nod and feel his hands decorating your body, sliding down to your hips. Those lips make stops at your ribs, your stomach, littering them with kisses, when finally at the hemline of your jeans.

“Mmmm.” Moaning, he teases his finger in the warm hemline. “I bet you look delicious under those jeans.” He licks your soft skin letting this fingers take the first step unbuttoning your jeans.

“Matching set.” Osamu raises his brow impressed at the lace poking out from the zipper. He teases your core with his tongue playing with the lace. “I wonder what you taste like.”

“Come find out.” Your breathy dare sends him into overdrive.

“I may have to, first let me see that body.” He pulls your jeans off.

He sits up, eyes traveling your map.

“You’re stunning.” He says in awe. “Absolutely perfect.”

Osamu leans in once more, his lips connecting with yours. He slides his tongue in and let’s his fingers gently pet your laced flower.

Those hips betray you and rise with his touch, spreading for his attention.

“Eager are we, Baby. You want me to feel you? Hmm? You’re already so wet for me.”

Osamu’s finger drags along the dampened strip from your heat.

“Mmm I wonder what you taste like.” He dips his fingers in from the side, allowing his digit to play with your slick. You shutter at his touch while Osamu chuckles. “Baby, we’re just getting started.”

The twin draws his hand to his mouth for a taste.

“Fuck.” He purrs clutching his cock through his pants. Reaching behind his head and pulling the shirt over with one arm; he exposing his body.

Hours of dedication and pride are evidence shown on his idol-like body.

You moan in pleasure, sliding your hips down to him.

“Oh? Do you like what you see?” He smiles, seeing how your chest rises heavily against his sheets. “Mmm because I can promise you I do.” He hooks his fingers into your hips sliding your lacy thong off painfully slow, leaving you completely exposed.

He’s silent, and that makes you insecure.

Does he not like what he sees? Was I not what he expected?

Osamu lets out a sigh and critiques your canvas.

“Sorry. I was thanking the Gods and other upper beings for letting me have this opportunity.” He rubs his hands together, one running through his hair. “My God, you’re perfect. Everything. Your lips...shoulders...breast...tummy...hips...thighs...” his lips caress each part names off, goosebumps summoning when he reaches your core. “Especially this.” Osamu kisses your bikini line, sliding to the folds, lowering until finally he meets your entrance, letting his tongue separate your soaking wet cunt.

One long strip from your hole to your clit, Osamu takes his time tasting you.

“God tier.” He moans reconnecting with your clit, his grey hair connecting with your fingers as he draws circles into your sensitive bud.

Your eyes roll back, petting his hair, tugging the strands when you feel him pique your sensitive touch.

“Fuck Samu.” You gasp feeling him smirk looking up at you.

“I can’t hear you.” He says in between lips. “Could you repeat that?”

“Fuck Samu.” You cry louder, melting when you feel him slide down to soft walls into your walls where he begins to fuck you with his tongue.

Your legs tighten around his head in pleasure, forcing him to hold them apart.

“Behave.” He warns making you shutter with wetness. “Baby you taste so good.” His finger slides into your core, slowly stretching your tight cunny earning a low loud moan.

“Mmm. He obviously hasn’t been taking care of you, Baby.” His fingers pump into your snugged heat. Your eyes roll back while he moans this time.

“I’m gonna stretch you far Baby.” He kisses your clit earning your hips to jolt.

“Yeah? You like that? All this deserving attention you’ve been neglected?” He adds another finger taking more action on your clit.

“Oh my God.” You moan out feeling his pick up his pace. “Oh my God, Osamu.” Your eyes shoot open, feeling yourself cumming by surprise. “Oh my- Fuck. Fuck baby.” Your heart pounds and he releases his fingers from your spent core.

“Damn Baby. You needed this don’t you.” He moans sliding his cum dressed fingers into his mouth. You nod breathless and He smirks. “Don’t worry, I’m going to make you cum so many more times, you’ll forget who’s fucking you.”

He undoes his belt, letting the metal clink on the floor. The buttons and the zipper release his swollen cock into his hand whilst you sit up ready to taste him.

“Nuh uh Baby, this is all you.” He spits on his cock running it over his swollen head. “Look what you’ve done to me. You’ve got me so hard.”

He leans down into you, placing his lips on yours.

“Are you still ok with this?” Osamu kisses your lips and and you nod.

He lines himself up with you, pulling your legs into his waist.

“Look at you. Dripping for me, waiting on this cock to destroy you. He runs his hand along your hip. “You’re so perfect.” He brushes his cock against your core. “Mmm so wet.” He slides into you, both your lips letting moans and grunts escapes.

The much needed release of pressure makes your pussy gush.

“Fuck Baby, i haven’t even started and you’re already cumming on my cock.” He chuckles and your cheeks flush.

“You- you just feel so good.” You moan sliding closer on to him.

He holds your legs and rolls his hips again.

“So tight.” He moans setting a rhythm. Your wet cunt compliments him with the sounds of slippery friction as he pounds into you. This overwhelming pressure is building in your core as he leans down into you, his lips colliding with yours.

“You feel so good, Y/n. You were made for me.”

Your head pounds heavily against your chest, you’re sure he can feel your heartbeat.

His bites your lower lip, sucking it until you gasp out in pain.

“Fuck Osamu!” You cry and he sucks on your shoulder leaving love bruises to your breasts.

The younger twin pulls your legs over his shoulder and pounds directly into you, earning loud cries.

“Fuck. Fuck. Osamu you’ll make me cum again!”

“Yes Baby. Who’s fucking your sweet cunny?”

“Osamu.”

“Who’s gonna make you cum, Baby?”

“Mmm you are, Osamu.”

“Good girl.” He rubs your clit; the double stimulation sending you into overdrive.

“Cum for me Baby.” He pounds loudly, your cheeks slap against his thighs when you release with a loud moan.

You break on him and he pulls out, slurping your cum and flipping you over on to your stomach.

“That ass.” He smacks it causing you to yelp out. “Fucking hell.” The burning of your skin is long forgotten when he smacks the other side sliding into your hole. Osamu grips both your hips and buries himself deep inside you. His balls slap your clit, causing your eyes to roll back.

“Mmm fuck Osamu... you’re...” you stop feeling him bottom inside you.

“Yes Baby? What am I?” He smirks.

“Fuck. Deep. You’re... fuck.” He shoves your body down into his mattress, laying on top of you.

“Yes Baby. Let it out on me.” His body is on top of you, his hands holding yours down. It’s tight, his body barricading you, and he bites your shoulder letting himself begin to twitch. “I want you to cum.”

You moans begin to get louder and you can’t control yourself. Between the smacking of your hips, his biting of your shoulder and the fact that Atsumu is next door, there’s no way you can last much longer.

“Fuck.” You cry out.

“Yes Baby.”

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m right there. Don’t stop.” You cry out and he power drills inside you.

“Yes Baby. Who’s fucking you?”

“Mmm.” You begin, your mind fuzzy.

“Baby.”

“Fuck, Osamu!” All tension releases on his cock as you clamp down suffocating him. His body twitches inside you and you feel his hot seed filling you completely.

Osamu throbs and pulls out, grabbing his phone.

“I’m taking a picture.” He announces. “I need this beautiful memory of my cum pouring out of your pussy.” He says as you push the white seed out.

“Ok, Samu. Send it to me.” You whine in no mood to object him.

He then leaves and starts the shower, you hear the water pouring in the other room.

You leave for the bathroom, running into the last person you want to see.

Atsumu.

“Y/n...” he whispers catching your attention.

“No, fuck off Atsumu.” You choke pointing a finger at him. “You’re dead to me.”

“Let me explain.”

“No, Atsumu. I heard you fucking her.” Tears weld up in your eyes. “I hope this hurts. I hope you heard us. I hope you heard me fucking your brother.” You spit and his eyes discover the hickies Osamu left.

His face grows red however he leans in to kiss you.

“No Atsumu. You chose her. It’s over.”

“Y/n...” he says shocked and you point your finger. “And don’t you dare blame this on Osamu. You did this to yourself.”

“Y/n I- I can explain.”

“Fuck off, Atsumu.” You brush past him seeing the bathroom door open.

“You ready Babe?” Osamu comes out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

The twins make eye contact and you glare at Atsumu.

“You had a choice.” You hiss pushing Osamu into the bathroom.

[katsukisbimbo]

Kuroo x Volleyball Player! Reader

Kuroo Tetsurou x Volleyball Player! Reader

wordcount: 3,087

genre: strangers-to-lovers au with fluff, crack and a little bit of smut :)))

summary: meeting kuroo tetsurou might be the best thing that has ever happened to you

first of all

kuroo pissed you off to no end

absolutely pissed you off

the first time you met him was when you were a first year

your brother keishin has asked you to come with them for the practice match they had with nekoma

the moment you got to school you had to DASH to go to the washroom because you had to pEee

gosh

curse your tiny bladder

when you went out everyone was already on the bus

sigh

you were gonna have to sit with someone you don’t know

because FOR SURE

your stupid brother keishin would be sitting next to takeda-sensei

the moment you hopped on the bus

everyone suddenly became quiet

0.0

everyone was jus like

uh

who’s this cutie

is she lost

she’s from shiratorizawa what’s she doing here

huh

and noya and tanaka are just screaming at this point

“wHO IS THIS GODDESS WHO DECIDED TO BLESS US WITH HER PRESENCE?!?!? I LOVE YOU PLEASE SIT NEXT TO ME RYU GET OUT NO I DONT CARE GET OUT”

cue tanaka landing on the floor

“nOYA-SAN WHY”

and you’re just like

lmao what

and literally all the seats are taken except for the guy who literally yeeted his bald friend into the next dimension

sigh

i guess you had to sit next to the cutie huh

you look at your brother pleading for help

but he just ignores you and talks to sensei

sIGH

your brother was so thirsty that he didn’t even CARE if these boys ate you alive

gosh

it’s okay

it be like that

f in the chat for y/n

oKAY enough self pitying

you reluctantly sit beside the really loud guy

��hi my names ukai y/n! what’s your name?”

“m-my name is n-nishinoya yuu”

cue noya looking like a literal tomato

“nice to meet you!! i’m excited to work with you nishinoya-san! if i may ask, what year are you in?”

“iM in sEcond yEar”

gosh noya’s so proud

“oH you’re my senpai then!! it’s really nice to meet you senpai!! i hope we have a good trip”

GAHSJDJSHS

you called him senpai

without him asking you to

GOSH

could you be any more perfect

“agHjsjdhsjajszjJAK”

“those aren’t words...”

“...”

“...”

and at that point noya was brain fried so you just put on your earphones and chilled

...

...

*gagging*

“hINATAAGAHAJSKSHS”

what

what was going on

you turned your head

and you saw this orange haired babie throwing up on the bald guy who got yeeted

and suddenly

chaos ensued

everyone was screaming because of the stench

you were gagging so hard that you felt your breakfast coming back up

but your seat buddy was having the time of his life laughing at his two friends who were having a dilemma

gosh

today was gonna be crazy

finally you guys had finally arrived at nekoma and honestly that’s as the most chaotic car ride you’ve ever experienced

but luckily on the way you’ve made yourself familiar with everyone on the team

especially the third year cuties

and no you did not say that to their faces because you’re shy :((

you guys finally get out of the bus and you see

a god

with crazy looking hair

“well if it isn’t the crows” “did you have a good ride here you country bumpkins?”

and daichi’s bout to lose it

“kuroo-san nice to see you again”

and you can definitely feel the tension in the air

was it just you or is it hot in here

kuroo suddenly turned to look at you and honestly you’ve never been more intimidated in your life because wow

he’s beautiful

“who’s the pretty girl daichi-san? is she your girlfriend?”

“no no she’s our couch’s sister”

“hi i’m ukai y/n, nice to meet you”

and you shake his hand and you’re SHOCKED

“kuroo tetsurou, likewise”

his hand is so warm n rough oh god

you suddenly wonder what it would feel like to have his hands slowly wrap around your throat as he starts to thru-

NO

nO DIrtY ThOuGhTs

bad

bad y/n

you’ve been so caught up in your day dream that you didn’t realize that you were still hold kuroos hand

and you look up to see kuroo looking like a smug little shit as if he was saying

‘are you ever gonna let go or?’

and it really made you wanna hit him

really badly

you wanted to punch his mouth

with your mouth

GAHSJDGA

stOp

okay anyways

you snatch your hands away from kuroo and he just smirks at you like a smug little bastard

“what’s wrong kitten? didn’t wanna let go of my hand?”

at this point you’re too flustered to even talk so you take it as the time to back off and just let kuroo be a little fuckhead

but suddenly you’re snatched by tanaka and noya

you somehow end up bumping into kiyoko and you’re just like “omg i’m so sorry kiyoko-san i didn’t mea-“

“don’t worry about it y/n-chan, accidents happen”

and wow

wow

a goddess

now you see what tanaka and noya see

she’s beautiful

maybe you do want the best of both worlds.....

...

...

ANYWAYS

tanaka and noya end up showing you off to their equally as weird friend taketora and of course like the normal person you are you greet him and introduce yourself

but before he even gets the chance to talk kiyoko’s already pulling you away telling you that she needed some help with setting up some of their gear

and of course like the puppy you are you follow her because yes you’re in love with her

i mean

who isn’t

lesbi honest

everyone’s a simp for kiyoko

moving on

finally they’ve started to play a match

and you’re very impressed

especially by hinata and kageyama because wow their skill was amazing

and hinata’s jumps were crazy

obviously you played volleyball yourself being ukai’s grand daughter

and you weren’t that bad

considering the fact that you play for japan’s u19 team with ushijima

who was a very close senpai to you

so close to the point where you’d call him your older brother

rip keishin

back to the game

everyone in karasuno was very promising and you were getting excited with the ideas that were flooding into your head

but nekomas not too bad either

they were pretty solid with their defence and some people might think that it’s all about the attacks but

your attack doesn’t mean anything if the ball doesn’t touch the floor in the court

you were very impressed with the bedhead’s receives a n d blocking

every time he managed a good save or blocked anyone he would always glance in your direction

and it may or may not have made you feel nervous because who doesn’t get nervous when an attractive person looks at you

sadly

the game finished rather quickly

at this point everyone was already cleaning up and of course you decided to help

you thought that you would be able to play just a little bit but your brother just wanted you to familiarize yourself with the teams before you went on the week long training camp with them

which was in two weeks

:)

you were trying to take the volleyball net down until a tall figure comes up behind you and takes the net from you

you turn around and guess who it is

kuroo frocking tetsurou

what a surprise

“don’t worry about it peaches i got it”

wha

did this man just call you PEACHES

peaches as in the scary girl who goes to famous peoples houses?

i think NOT sir

“pEACHES? what is that supposed to mean??! huh?!?”

“woah woah calm down babe, it’s just a nickname. i call you peaches cuz you smell like peaches”

ohhh

okay

that’s fine

“i’ve been wondering though, if you smell like peaches then would you taste like peaches??”

wHAT

wHATSGFSZHSJ

rip y/n’s remaining brain cells

“how about it doll? are you gonna give little old me a taste?”

and he’s suddenly pushing himself closer to you

and you close your eyes because it really looks like he’s about to kiss you and omg it’s like your first kiss hELP

but instead of a kiss

he just laughs at you

this man is literally bent over and CACKLING his lungs out

“you’re so cute doll, i wouldn’t kiss you without your permission. plus i gotta take you out first. wanna go on a date with me some time?”

and you’re just so caught off guard

that you can’t even manage a verbal response

like you just nod your head and then he’s ruffling you’re hair and walking away with the volleyball net

what the hell just happened

did you just score yourself a date

yes

yes you did

you go girl

sadly

it’s time for you and your babies to go

and kuroo being the good person he is

walks you guys out

but before you can get on the bus

kuroo pulls you to the side and bends down to your height to whisper in your ear

“text me sometime peaches”

and you suddenly feel him putting a piece of paper in your back pocket

then he’s pushing you onto the bus and you’re just dumbfounded

did he just touch your bum

could he not just hand it to you

not that you were complaining,,, but now you just wanna know what it would feel like if he just grabbed your bum with both of his hands while you sit on his la-

nO

BAD

BAD

BAD

gosh you have it bad for this boy

the moment you got him you debated whether to text him or not

i mean

you didn’t even look at the piece of paper yet

so you go into you back pocket and open the paper

‘xxx-xxx-xxxx text me when you get home peaches, i already miss your pretty face -kuroo’

WHY IS HE SO CUTE

you get up and start looking for your phone

and you spend like 6 minutes trying to think of what to say

but you finally settled with

hi :)

hopefully that was normal enough

and not even 1 minute later you already got a reply

hey cutie :) did you get home safe

wHY IS HE SO DARN CUTE

and your conversation goes from there

you guys literally talk about everything

from his favourite colour to the time when your leg fell in a hole and you slammed your whole body on the ground causing your ribs to shift and now whenever somebody touches the top of your chest they can feel the top of your ribs

(that was actually a true story and yes it happened to me and yes my ribs are very very fucked up but i’m still alive soooo)

by the time you were back in tokyo

you and kuroo were basically best friends

you guys texted, called, and facetimed every day

you stepped out of the bus and low and behold

it was kuroo waiting for you

“tETSUU”

you run to him and jump in his arms

and he catches you and swings you around a few times

everyone was just like

o.o

‘when did they get so close’

and your older brothers just like

>:(

this is n o t good shaggy

and kuroo introduces you to everyone

especially his buddies bokutou, akaashi, and kenma

and bokutou’s bombarding you with questions

and he asks why you’re wearing a shiratorizawa sweater

and you’re just like ‘i go to school there..’

and he’s just like

“oH YOU KNOW USHIJIMA? IM IN THE TOP 5 ACES RANKING WITH HIM IM SO COOL RIGHT”

“bokuto-san i think you’re scaring her”

“aKAAASHGHSI YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO SAY ‘bokuto-san you’re so cool’”

and you and kuroo are just laughing your asses off

while kenma’s playing with his psp

pspspspspsppss

“bokuto-san you’re so cool”

“aKAAASHUDID YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SAY IT EARLIER”

at that point you and kuroo have already walked away

and he brings you to your room

and helps you settle down your things

gosh he’s such a gentleman

y/n was ready to risk it all for this man

“peaches you okay?”

“oH i’m fine yes yes i’m fine tetsu”

“okaaaayyyy if you say so peaches” and kuroos just going through your bag checking if you have snacks

“tetsu i don’t have any snacks in there for you”

“really? what do you mean? you do have a snack for me tho”

and you’re jus like lol no i don’t

and he’s slowly walking towards you and you highkey feel intimidated but fuck that you’re not a bussy

at this point kuroo’s sitting on your legs while his arms are slowly creeping up your sides

and in your head

you’re just like

‘ahh this is it i’m gonna have a heart attack’

and suddenly

kuroo’s tickling you and you’re crying on the floor because HSJDJH

TICKLES

“tETSU PLEASE I CANT BREATHEEHHHD”

“what’s that peach? i cant hear you”

“tETSU YOU DIPSHIT PLEASE STOPFDISHS”

“hmm i don’t know, i think i’ll stop if you say ‘nya’ for me”

“gO TO HELLSKDIS”

“come on pretty, say it for me”

you’re blushing sO HARD

“n-nya”

and kuroo just freezes up because he didn’t think that you’d actually do it

“tetsu? u ok?”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“tetsu”

“o-oH yeah i’m fine silly i was just thinking”

“what were you thinking about neko-chan?”

“you.”

GAHSJDJSHSGS

he was going to be the death of you

you, kuroo, bokutou, akaashi, hinata, and tsukishima suddenly ended up at an empty gym

and you guys wanted to play a match so

why not

it was you, kuroo, and tsukki

versus bokutou, hinata, and akaashi

it was a very intense but fun game

akaashi set to bokutou and bokutou did a cross shot

which wasn’t properly blocked by tsukishima

but luckily you were there to pick it up

and kuroo set to you and you slammed it down before they could even block you

the whole gym was silent

wha

how did-

hUH

“peach what”

“what tetsu”

“since when were you so good at volleyball”

“tetsu i play for japan’s u19 team, why did you think i was here in the first place? i’m here to help you guys”

and hinata’s just yelling

“y/n-cHAN I DIDNT KNOW YOU PLAYED NO WONDER WHY YOU LOOKED SO FAMILLIAR OMGJDSI”

after you got exposed

it was only you and tetsu left in the gym

after everything was cleaned up

kuroo pulled you aside before you could leave the gym

“t-tetsu what’re you doing? the gym lights are already of-“

“shut up for one second”

o.o

ogey then

“peaches i really like you. i know that we haven’t known each other long but it feels like i’ve known you since forever. will please let me take you out”

what

...

did he just

yes he did

“t-tetsu,,, i really like you too, and i would love it if we could go out on a date sometime”

and at that moment tetsu just

“HELL YEAHHH”

and he’s getting close to you again

to the point where he’s pressing you against the wall

he cups your cheek and leans closer to your face

“peaches,, can i please kiss you right now”

“yeah”

you close your eyes as you feel tetsu’s hot breath hovering other your soft lips

gosh

this was it

your were gonna kiss tetsu

your crush

until

...

...

...

...

“gET YOUR HANDS OFF MY SISTER BRAT”

and kuroos just like

wHAT THE FUCK

it’s your brother

keishin

“nII-SAN WHY”

“gET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW Y/N”

and you sadly look up at tetsu

and he just smiles at you and gestures for you to go

until you get up on your tippy toes and kiss tetsu full on the mouth

you catch him by surprise but he quickly kisses you back

you wrap your arms around his neck and slowly work your way up into his hair until you’ve got a good grip on him

kuroos hands weren’t staying still either

his hands were slowly creeping down your sides until he grabs the back of your thighs and pulls you up and holds you against him

his hands end up on your bum

and then

he squeezes

“THAT IS IT Y/N STOP SUCKING FACE AND GET OVER HERE”

oops

[fanmoose12]

Are you still taking prompt? If you do, I have a request. Hange lives beside Mikasa's house. Levi saw her when he was forced to babysit Mikasa, his cousin, for a day. After that, Levi is really attracted to Hange, he even offered to babysit Mikasa (which he never did before) to see Hange. Levi is that tsundere guy who tends to do stupid things to get his crush attention. He even told Mikasa to accidentally get lost to Hange house so that he has an alibi to talk to her. The rest is up to you 😂

"Mikasa, please."

"No."

"Mikasa, I'm-" he was well above begging, but- "I'm asking you."

Mikasa's dark eyes peered into his. Levi didn't like the look inside them. The annoying brat lifted the corners of her lips, and Levi bit down a curse. If he ever dared to curse in front of his cousin, she'd rat him out in no time. She would tell her mother, or worse, his mother. He still hadn’t forgotten the previous lecture about proper behavior in the presence of children.

"If I help you..." Mikasa twirled a lock of her hair, looking far too innocent for Levi's taste. With Mikasa, innocuous face always meant trouble. "What will I get out of it?"

Kenny's influence in action, Levi thought grimly. Maybe, he should talk with Mikasa's parents about him. Obviously, the fucker wasn't good for their daughter.

Looking at Mikasa, Levi sighed. "I'll buy you an ice-cream."

"Mm," Mikasa raised her gaze to the celling, pressing a finger to her mouth. For a moment, she appeared to be deep in thought. Levi was already starting to celebrate his victory. But then-

"No," she declared. "Ice cream is not enough."

Levi swallowed down a "greedy brat" and offered, "I'll take you to the cinema."

Mikasa grimaced. "I don't want to go to the cinema with you."

Levi closed his eyes, counting to ten. He was going to refrain from calling his cousin a fucking nuisance. Otherwise, his mother would have his head.

"Fine," he grunted, glaring at her. Mikasa met his eyes with an equally dark expression. "What do you want?"

Mikasa smiled, as though she was waiting for this question since the very beginning of their negotiation. 

"You're going to let me stay at your place. And you're going to let me invite Eren and Armin for a sleepover. And you're going to buy us as many snacks as we want."

"Oi-" Levi started only to be interrupted by Mikasa.

"Do you want me to bring Hange-san here or not?"

"...Yes."

Mikasa outstretched her little hand to him. "Do we have a deal then?"

Levi accepted his defeat with a long sigh. "We do," he answered, shaking her hand.

His plan was simple - stupid, Mikasa had called it, but what could that brat know - and Levi was confident in its success.

"That's all I have to do?" Mikasa asked. "Just go to Hange-san's house?"

"And tell her that you're lost." Levi reminded.

"You know that Hange-san is smart, right? She would never believe in this."

"Convince her then."

"But-"

"I'll let you pick any movie you want. And you can stay up all night."

Mikasa narrowed her eyes. "This is manipulation."

Levi shrugged. He was not above exploiting his cousin. And he wasn’t ashamed of it. 

"Just do your job,” he instructed.

"Fine!" Mikasa stomped her feet, giving him a look so dark Levi was actually impressed. "I'll do it. But you have to promise that you won't bother us during the sleepover."

Levi rolled his eyes, for the thousandth times cursing his cousin. Why in the world she was so goddamn difficult, girls her age should be polite and timid, not so disrespectful and greedy. "Cross my heart and hope to die," he gritted through teeth. "Now go."

***

Glued to the window, Levi intently watched the street, waiting to see Mikasa's gloomy face and - hopefully - the pretty face of her neighbour, Hange Zoe.

Levi had met her a month ago, during the weekend that he was once again forced to spend babysitting his annoying cousin. He was trying to teach Mikasa how to ride a bike, when he saw her for the first time - Hange Zoe was tending to the small garden on her front lawn. Wearing denim overalls and a straw hat, with a soft smile on her pretty, round face, she was a sight Levi couldn't tear his gaze off.

He spent an embarrassingly long moment, staring at her, until Hange finally took notice of him and Mikasa. She greeted his cousin with a wave of a hand, beckoning her to come closer. Reluctantly - Levi wasn't sure if the invitation included him too - he followed after Mikasa.

And that's when he learnt her name. And found out that Hange wasn't tending to a garden, but was actually picking insects for her pet tarantulas. That's when all hope was lost for him.

Hange Zoe was weird. She was messy. She was wild.

And Levi didn't believe in love at first glance, but- ever since that day he couldn't stop thinking about her.

He came to babysit Mikasa next week, and then a week after that. And soon what wasn't love at first sight quickly turned into an insufferable crush that left Levi feeling like he was turning into pathetic, lovesick fool. 

He was thinking about Hange at work and at home. He was thinking about her during breakfast, lunch and dinner. He couldn’t get away from her even in his dreams. Hange took residence in his mind, stubbornly refusing to leave.

Every time they talked - Levi felt like the biggest idiot in the world. When Hange looked at him, his face burned. When she smiled, his heart was racing and his thoughts were turning into a mash. 

Once Hange touched his hand, and Levi thought he was going to faint.

Being close with her was awful, being apart - felt even worse. That's why he had to request the help of his cousin. As annoying as she was, Mikasa was Levi's only link to his crush.

Staring at the empty lawn, Levi tapped his foot impatiently. What was taking Mikasa so long? Hange lived just across the street.

Levi swept his eyes across the road again and- hurriedly backed away from the window, closing the curtain.

Mikasa was almost next to the door. And with her was Hange.

Levi desperately tried to calm his wildly beating heart. It refused to listen to his order. He took a shuddering breath and the doorbell rang. He rushed to answer it.

"Hello!" Hange chirped, as he opened the door.

Their eyes met, and Levi felt his knees turn to jelly. 

"Hi," he echoed quietly.

"This is kinda awkward," Hange chuckled, the sound like a music to Levi's ears. "But I found your cousin sitting on my doorstep? Mikasa said she was lost?" she laughed again, rubbing her neck. "We've been neighbours for years, don't know how that's possible..."

"He made me do it," Mikasa pointed at Levi, a wicked glint in her eyes. "He wanted to talk to you, Hange-san, but couldn't find a reason."

Mikasa was gone as soon as she finished. She ran past Levi and rushed upstairs. He watched her disappear, a thousand curses at the tip of his tongue. Cousin or not, he was going to murder the brat.

"Um, Levi?" Hange's voice distracted him from thinking where he could hide the body. "Did Mikasa-"

"She's an idiot." Levi glowered.

"So that was..."

This was it, Levi decided. Hange gave him a perfect opening. He was either going to confess his feelings or he was going to live out his days as a lonely, pathetic coward. The time has come, now he had to gather all of his courage and-

"Mikasa is very bad at pranks."

...And he was going to die as a coward.

"Oh, alright," Hange nodded, shuffling her feet awkwardly. "I'll go then... If Mikasa was lying and you don't wish to hang out together..."

Oh what a sympathetic, kind person. She was giving him a second chance. Would he be able to use it?

Levi pictured Mikasa's wicked smile and all of the mocking he would have to go through if she finds out that he wasted a perfect opportunity to confess. It gave Levi the strength and resolve he so badly needed.

He took a deep breath, looked Hange in the eyes and-

"Mikasa wasn't actually lying," he whispered.

Instantly, maintaining eye contact became too arduous of a task, and Levi shamefully lowered his gaze.

He thought of closing the door in her face and then changing his name to move to another country, but then- Hange gingerly touched his arm. Her hand was warm and her skin was soft. Levi was dangerously close to swooning.

“Wanna go to my place?” she offered, and Levi thought that if Hange asked, he’d follow her to the ends of Earth. “I can introduce you to Sawney and Bean?” 

“Sawney and Bean?”

“My pet tarantulas!” Hange proudly answered. 

Levi hated spiders. Just the thought of their small hairy legs made him shudder and squirm. But- it was Hange who was asking, and he was sick of being a coward. 

Besides, what was a spider compared to speaking about his feelings? A walk in a park...

“Just let me grab my jacket,” he told Hange. 

The smile she gave him as an answer was bright enough to blind him. 

Maybe, he’ll put off Mikasa’s murder for a while. 

[dontcallmecarrie]

Replying to the commenters of this post [heads up for angst]:

To @kine-iende, who said:​

hot damn. if "our" justin was a mom-friend in their home-universe, here people would start questioning if justin was in secret a very motherly scrull or something (and be fine with it ^^). but yeah, love the trope too. was it "for the want of a nail" or "through a mirrorm darkly"? well, contrast and a what could have been would be lovely. feel enabled, whenever you want to write this :)

.

I am not very familiar with the concept of Skrulls [...iirc, that’s something introduced in Captain Marvel, which I have yet to get around to], but yeah, that tracks. Assuming it’s a thing they know to look for, though, because here Justin’s being themself is the biggest and most obvious way to establish that they are not canon!Justin.

Sure, they’re identical physically, but the moment either Justin opens his mouth, the jig’s up. 

As is, not five minutes into this strange hellscape where their oldest rival looked at them with no small amount of disdain in his eyes at first, Justin had already managed to charm their way out of holding and into a very relaxed “we’ll keep an eye on him” Avengers custody. 

Well, on paper at least— in reality, most of the team doesn’t really give a damn one way or another, whereas Tony starts out morbidly curious as to just how different NHDD!Justin is to the one he’s used to dealing with, and ends up getting a concentrated dose of All The Feels™ because the moment NHDD!Justin realized this Tony had a metric buttload of undiagnosed-and-constantly-belittled mental health issues and a support system that was equal parts duct tape and caffeine, he went “oh, so this universe is the Hell Timeline, okay, makes sense :) :) :) dammit Ivan you’d better fix this stat”. 

In retrospect, Justin’s not sure when exactly the horror show started; if it was the absolute lack of concern or care the Avengers had for their Tony, or the minute they noticed the gauntness in his face. Maybe the tension between Iron Man and Captain America, or the obvious bravado this Tony used– and the fact that none of the others so much as noticed.

All Justin knows is, a version of someone they care about is hurting, hurting badly and has been for a long time now, and that’s more than enough for them to go “oh, okay, mine now”.

.

For his part, Tony has no idea what the hell’s going on. The non-annoying Justin Hammer who crash-landed an Avengers debrief is...something else, and he’s torn between shock, pleasant surprise, and no small amount of existential angst and jealousy because in the span of a few hours, Tony’s had a brief taste of what some other version of him had for a lifetime, and...

Tony’s not sure how he feels about it. He’s a genius, he can wrap his head around string theory and all that good stuff, but numbers are one thing, having to live with the fact that somewhere out there, a version of him grew up with someone so unfailingly kind and supportive and—Tony can’t think of a better word for it than nurturing— and, in the span of seconds, had been able to call him out on his bullshit and seemed to instinctively push him to be better but not in the demanding way his father or the rest of the world had—

If he thinks about it too long, it makes him want to cry, just a little. Somewhere out there was a Tony who’d been enough for someone, who had never been asked to change himself, who’d been pushed up instead of repeatedly torn down and he didn’t know how to deal. 

He’d thought having a non-annoying Justin around would be funny.

This was not, it was goddamn distressing is what it was, because Tony hadn’t even known it was a possibility but now he is acutely aware of the fact that he got stuck with his Justin— the human embodiment of one of those yappy dogs who nipped at people’s heels thinking they were so tough, despite not being able to back it up.

This Justin was, uh, not that. Tony wasn’t sure if he was always like this, or if it was only with him because he shared a face with someone Justin cared about, but... was he always this much of a mom friend? And where’d that granola bar even come from, anyway? Not that he minded, it was a nice change of pace, but really?

...Tony was really going to miss him, once they figured out a way to send him back home.

.

To the commenter who said:

Stephanie isn’t a canon character, is she? Because if not, NHDD!Justin might be able to pull off a “the birth of my little sister awakened my previously deeply buried parental instincts” to explain his whole… [gestures uselessly].

.

Technically, she could be, in that Justin Hammer has a sister and nephew in canon [according to the wiki and a deleted scene, apparently]. I chose to make her a younger sibling in NHDD, to really emphasize the ‘reincarnated with shitty memory’ aspect of this AU. Specifically, while it’s never specified, Justin’s past life was...not great, and part of it was the fact that their younger sibling was sick. 

With what, they don’t remember anymore, but sick enough that they know health isn’t something to take for granted; sick enough that towards the end, they remember their parents had to choose between paying hospital bills and electricity, remember going to bed hungry because meds were expensive and their next paycheck wasn’t until Friday.

...suffice it is to say, there’s a reason Justin’s so protective of those he cares about, even if his memories faded a bit on the specifics as time went by.

To be fair, canon!Justin also cares for his sister and nephew; it’s just that NHDD!Justin acted more like a third parent than a sibling, once Stephanie was born. 

Bear in mind that canon!Justin’s situation is very different than NHDD!Justin’s, because canon!Justin was basically set up to fail from the start as a normal kid who was constantly compared to a child prodigy two years younger than him and terrible parents. While NHDD!Justin’s situation is similar on the surface, the difference is they’re literally a reincarnated OC, with all the baggage that entails.

Maybe, if their second life hadn’t been surrounded by adults with A+ Parenting Skills, 0/10 Do Not Recommend, their issues and traumas from last time wouldn’t have been exacerbated. If they’d been born to a regular family, Justin would’ve been a good kid but nothing special, and their memories of a past life would’ve faded away by the time they hit puberty.

But instead, they were born to the Hammer family, and proceeded to be put through the wringer. 

Which is bad enough, and meant they immediately started leaning hard on everything from their past life because these people wouldn’t know good parenting if it bit them on the nose, but...then Justin’s little sister was born, which immediately kick-started every older sibling instinct they’d ever had because last time they’d been responsible for their younger sibling’s health and safety and you can probably see where this is going. 

aka yes, some of Justin’s behaviors could arguably be called trauma responses and/or coping mechanisms and it’s something I only realized as I was writing this, and no, this AU was not supposed to be this messed up

Justin’s responsibility, their willingness to deal with shitty parents and do tremendous amounts of emotional labor if it helped anyone they took under their wing? That’s no accident, that’s what happens when a soul has to be the adult, has to step up because nobody else is going to. There’s a reason Justin has so much disdain for Hank Pym and Howard Stark’s immaturity, why they have so little patience for their parents as time goes on; their mental age means the older they get, the more they’re looking at the adults around them and judging them hard.

...ahem. Sorry for getting a bit off-topic, but hey, at least now you know a bit more about what’s going on inside Justin’s head!

And yeah, if he had to bs an explanation for why he’s such a mom friend, Justin’d be more than happy to point to his little sister as an excuse. So long as they know she exists, anyway; if not, he’ll just laugh it off and try to chalk it up to one of the differences between their universes.

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edit to remove the stuff that got through my nonexistent brain-to-mouth filter because I was averaging a not-optimal amount of sleep as I got used to my new job

[beauty-of-depravation]

A Birthday with Loki

Written for @buckyssoldat happy birthday dear !🔥💜

Warnings : smut ! so obviously +18 

Why couldn't you be attracted by the good guys ? Why couldn't you be attracted...by Thor for exemple ! nice guy, extremely good looking, funny and all. But nooooo, you never had any kind of physiological reaction around him, the one who made your heart beat travel to your pussy ? His brother of course !

You were a smart girl and this was your logic : if villain bad, why villain hot, conclusion, badly fuck the vilains, even if it went against everybody's recommandations.

And you've been trying to fuck Loki for ever !

It was your birthday party night, the room was filled with close friend and people you had trouble recognizing. You knew Tony being responsible for a party was a bad idea, he wasn't really good with the concept of "small"...

What made you irritable, was that you were fricking horny, and yesterday you ended things with the guy you've been seeing for the past couple of weeks, you weren't sad because it ended, you were sad because he was a fantastic fuck, but yesterday he has told you that the moon was a conspiracy and it didn't exist, and you thought "I'm not introducing this dude to any one"

It didn't make things better to see Loki charming every woman of the reception, going from one to the other, commenting and finding a clever compliment to apply to every and each one.

What would be an amazing birthday gift would be him fucking you.

I mean you loved the emerald hair pin he slipped on your hair before the party, but his hands on the back on you neck had left you craving more contact.

— here is the queen of the party ! The most beautiful woman here ! My dear, can i tell you that even the expression of dissatisfaction on your face looks like the most captivating art work.

— Always charming, you say rolling your orbs.

— of course dear, he say setting by your side

— Don't you have someone else to talk to ?

— i don't find anyone else then you worthy of my words in this party dear.

You don't reply. You secretly enjoy the company of the man. And quite rapidly, you are talking about everything you like, litterature and art.

— surprisingly, you have some good things to say for a human.

— Is that a compliment ?

— of course !

Your pout your mouth, and immediately notice that his eyes follow the movement, and stay focused on your carmine colored lips. You don't say anything, until he bring his gaze back up to find you looking up at him. You keep looking in each other eyes for quite a time, but then to internally moved by it, you look a way, and you can see that he likes that you couldn't hold it.

After a little while, his voice raises again.

— so ...what happened to that...misery of a being your were seeing ?

You roll your eyes for the sake of it, but chuckle lightly.

— we went each his own way. We weren't a match, he was nice but..

— he was stupid.

— no,he

— don't lie to me, I've seen dead fish with eyes expressing more depth then his.

— okey...okey he wasn't a genius. But he was nice, and cute and

— you deserve better, and it's me telling you that. I rarely think that highly of anyone.

— oh god, you say rolling your eyes at his never ending comments on humans.

— i love when you call me that, and you are so cute when you roll your eyes. But I'm serious you are worth more.

— maybe, but for now I'm worth my vibrator.

Fuck. How did that slip out ? You feel yourself blush furiously. And you realize that Loki has turned his head towards you at an abnormal speed. His eyes a bit wide. A bit dark. His lips a bit parted. A bit up turned.

— A vibrator ? Would the queen of the party leave her guests by there own to go take care of her carnal needs ?

— i mean ...i'm was going to wait until everybody is gone.

— How gracious of you. But everyone is not to be gone until at least five in the morning.

— i...it can wait.

— you see, dear, at the way you are shivering, and blushing, and the way you shivered and blushed when my fingers flew over your neck earlier, i don't think it can wait this much.

You blush even more and you don't know what to say. Truth be told ...you could litteraly feel your body burning with desire.

After few seconds of silence Loki got up.

— If you want to have something that surpasses anything that you crave, leave those people, come to my room, I'll be waiting for your visit. Happy birthday, dear.

And with that he is gone.

You were delusional. That can not have just happened.

Dream or not you are doing it.

It doesn't take you any thinking to hop on the offer. It only takes you some drinks.

What is Loki, god of mischief, planning for you ?

Three drinks later, you are ready to find out.

***

— do you want to drink something ?

You rock your head right and left.

— tranquilize yourself, we are not going to do anything you don't want, but, knowing about your little... penchant, towards me, and having myself, an... inclination towards you, i thought you..

— you...have a ...i mean, you like me?

— Darling, the I've never been indifferent to you. And you've been playing with the charms around me. I'm not made of stone.

You feel yourself blush from head to tow and try to cover a silly smile.

— You noticed..

— of course i did, it was very endearing and a grate pastime. Now, are you sure you don't want any drinks?

— I'm sure.

— good. Regaining confidence, confidence is beautiful on you darling.

You smile and approach him, balancing your hips and slightly smiling.

He keeps his eyes connected to your, and when you are just inches from him, you out your mouth close to his ear and confess

— i loved the hair pin that you gifted me, and ...i loved it so much that i matched my lingerie with it. Dark green and black lace, would you like to see it ?

His voice darkens, deepens, seemingly erupting from earths foudaments.

— Strip.

The command fuses. And you take a step back, ready to obey it. As you rapidly attack the zipper of your dress.

he murmur :

— slower, darling.

Your hands travel your body, caressing yourself before slowly pushing the sleeves of your dress down your shoulders, and slowly unzipping it, caressing every bit of soft skin that appears to sight from under your arms to your hip. He now can see your beautiful chest in this transparent lace bra that fails to hide your hard nipples. you turn around, but keep looking at Loki from above your shoulder. Subtilty arching your back, you push the dress past your round ass, revealing your dark green tanga with two little black bows, one on the front one on the back, oranges with black pearls.

He is eye-eating you. Already devouring you without a touch. He slowly gets up, and still not touching you, with just his got breath and lips again your ear he says : «you're going to keep it, and I'm going to take you in this beautiful lingerie»

You don't have time to agree as he goes from not touching you at all to touching you EVERYWHERE at the same time. His hands are greedy and his long cold fingers send shivers under your skin. He is massaging your tits, groping your ass, caressing your belly, drawing the line of your waist, falling on the curve of your hips, worshiping your delicate neck. And all you can do is hold on to him, with a hand on his neck, pulling at his beautiful dark hair, and with the back pushed to him, you could fee him grow bigger against your ass.

Turning back you decide to take the lead a fiercely kiss him. Your tongues meet and fight. You taste and bite and Savour eachother, the kiss expressing a hunger that have been here for so long.

— I'm going to do you a big honor, dear, I'm going to get on my knees for you, and i expect that to be and stay your greatest birthday gift.

And with that he kisses his way down, until he puts one then two knees on the ground and is facing your already wet sexe.

— I'm so curious to see how much desire you have for me.

You are mesmerized by the vision, Loki, god of mischief, on his knees, for you, ready to teste you, what am I saying, to ravage you, admiring you like you are the most beautiful woman or the world. The first and last. You can't breath and can't look away, any shyness pushed far by your desire and need.

His fingers caress a bit harshly your slit, pushing on your clit and making you jump back a little, bit he is quick to grab firmly on the back of your thighs, and you know from the slight pain that there will be marks there, bit you also understand the need for such a strict hold because immediately after he is pushing the underwear aside and...well he doesn't do any work at half, he is going at it all heatedly, his tongue flat against you no teasing, right to the point.

Your fingers automatically find their rightful place in his hair, pulling at it and making him groan. His hands reache up, and grabbing at your ass cheeks, he pulls you closer to his mouth, making you grind your wet core on his face.

— you are the most flavorful precious little thing I've ever tasted. I love how you rock your hips against my face, are you close to your release ?

— yes, yes Loki keep going.

His skilled tongue goes back and forth from your entrance to the over sensitive point under your clit to the top nerves, going from simulating it from left to right to top to bottom, and clearly taking such a pleasure in doing that to you that the vision gets you off like no other and ton start to moan louder and shake.

— such a beautiful woman, cum on my tongue, show me how you like what I do to you !

And with few more methodical stokes of his tong on your clit you shake and cum, and if it wasn't for his firm grip you'd have fallen to the ground.

«hmmmmm» he groan, kissing his way back up, and kissing you deeply, making you taste yourself. That is the first time someone does that to you, and you feel so nasty and you deepen the kiss, curious to share what you taste like, you feel him smile against your lips, and as you start to unbutton his shirt, be stops you.

— the next time, did you forget that you have a birthday party to return to after that ? And i have to confess, i want to be inside you immediately, no time for undressing.

You push away the idea of going back to that party, and focus on "next time" and "inside you" while he backs you up into the bed than hugs and you turn you around so you are sitting on his lap.

You hear his zipper go down, and following every movement he is making, filled with lust and envy, your heat skip a beat as soon as his length springs free, you feel it hot and heavy on your inner thigh, and you have a hard time breathing, your walls clench and you can't wait to have him inside. You have desperate moans and your hips move instinctively, and your reactions seems to amuse him enough to tame the emergency of burying himself deep inside you, as he takes the time to slip his cock between your labia, teasing you clit, and you entrance.

—Loki please...

— oh ! —he take on a dramatic théâtral voice— How mischievous I am being dear, on your birthday night non the less, I'll leave the teasing for another night then.

And with that, he is balls deep inside of you. Ripping out a long scream from your throat.

Both his hands find their place on your hips, and guide them up and down his shaft, kissing along your neck, and Whispering praises in your ear “queen” “beauty” “gem” “inteligent” “passionating” those all are word he slips in your ear while pushing his cock as deep as it can reach, which is enough to banish your soul out of your body. He is breathy, and grunting, and his paraises are starting to make less and less sense as he is getting close to his release.

— I want to cum on you beautiful chest, love.

— Yeah ?

— yes, i want to know that you won't think of anybody else when we go back to that boring reception, you'll think of me marking you, making you feel good, offering you all the pleasure you'll ever need to receive.

He bucks his hips faster and faster, and with that sends you over the edge, you don't have time to recover, as soon as you open your eyes back he is pushing you on your knees and jerking off, grunting and telling you how beautiful and good you are, you can't get enough of the sight of him, head thrown back, stumbling on his words, his hand stroking his cock faster and faster, until strings of white Milky cum land on your chest. you look at that, pushing out your tits, presenting yourself to him, letting him mark and own you as he wanted.

***

— darling, says Loki, while presenting you his arm to put your under, taking you back to that party that seems way more interesting now, arms under one another.

It especially looked more interesting now that he has suggested that public sexe was an interesting concept.

[chubbyreaderchan]

Take | Naraku x Reader

Warnings: Sexual themes, slight yandere naraku

Kinks: breeding, tentacles, mild force that is turned into want, 

She was finally his. 

Though he supposed it was a simple task of simply taking what he wanted. That’s how he got most of who he desired. He never thought he could love anyone. No, Naraku never thought he would be weak like Onigumo but alas he fell for a simple human girl. A daughter of a farmer. The weakest of the weak, yet her beauty was unmatched even by Kikiyo and her scent was intoxicating. 

He stole her in the middle of the night and now she laid sleeping in his bed. She was never going to leave him. His cold fingers gently ran down her soft cheek and she twitched slightly, scrunching up her face in a way that Naraku could suppose one would call ‘cute’. He wanted her so badly, but he wanted her awake when he made her his. 

He smirked when her eyes began to flutter open. Even when she was sleepy she was breath taking. Her eyes widened when they met his dark red ones. She opened her mouth to scream but Naraku quickly covered her mouth with his own wanting to taste her so badly. The look of fear on her face excited the demon.

Naraku’s tongue invaded her mouth, taking the kiss he had imagined many times before. He grabbed her, pulling her against him as she struggled against his strength. Finally, he pulled away from her. 

“I suppose I should introduce myself to my darling mate...” Naraku said, continuing to hold her in his arms stroking the skin of their arms gently, in a way that he presumed would translate as loving to his partner. 

“My name is Naraku... I have been watching you for a while now (Y/n)...” He gripped her chin between his finger and thumb to force her to look into his eyes. “You get more beautiful by the day.’ His thumb moved to gently stroke her bottom lip before he pressed a kiss against her mouth once more. She winced as she tried to pull away from her capture. He pulled away just to let her speak.

"Let me go!"

"Now, now" Naraku spoke teasingly. "Why would I let you go? And where would you go? That family of yours is gone... That boy... Was eaten by demons..." A smirk curled at the corner of his lips at the thought. "You're all mine now. And even if you tried to leave me... You wouldn't survive... If my demons don't kill you, my poison will. You are safest at my side, my dearest." She whimpered in fear of his greatness.

He smirked down at her. "Even someone as weak as you can detect my power, hm?" His eyes looked over every inch of her face. The submissive fear filled it causing him to chuckle. "Such a pretty face..." His hand ran down her body, in her sleep clothes there was barely any fabric keeping him from her.

"Fret not my little human" he tugged at the fabric. "You will want for nothing. In return I just want you body, mind and soul... I will give you anything you desire, my little princess..." With one tug he ripped the cloth on her pulling it down to reveal her breasts. He smirked down looking them over.

"Please..." She begged him. "Don't hurt me..."

He simply laughed as his finger tips danced over the skin, not yet touching her breasts but just above. It amazed him at house reactive her body was. Goosebumps flashed over her skin and her nipples were already hardening from such simple touches. "I would do no such thing... As long as you do as I say, my dear." His lips pressed against the line of her jaw, nipping and biting at the skin lower to her neck. He softly began sucking at the skin causing an involuntary moan escape her. Naraku loved the sound so he sucked again and nipped softly at the same spot. He pulled away to see the slightly darker spot on her neck, a bit of saliva attached him to her slightly but the image fueled Naraku's needs.

"Tell me," his hand cupped her breast, his thumb brushing feather light touches against her nipple. "Has a man ever pleasured you before, my dearest?" Her face was slightly scrunched, clearly trying not to enjoy his touch.

She didn't answer, causing Naraku to growl in frustration. His fingers pinched her nipple roughly and pulled. "Answer me, woman." She yelled in pain and pleasure of the rough feeling. "Well?" He wasn't as angry when he heard the sound that fell from her lips.

"N-never..." She whined as he let go of the nub with an evil smirk on his lips. He laid her down once more, kissing her down her neck again finally going to her breast where he softly sucked on her sore nipple. He nipped gently at the sensitive nub before moving to kiss and suck against the skin between her breasts leaving spots along her skin. He wanted to be sure if anyone were to see her that she was very much taken... not that many men would be seeing her anymore. It was the idea of marking her up that excited him. 

“Please....” she begged him. 

“You want me to stop, my little princess?” She paused knowing she shouldn’t want him to keep going but his touch was making her skin feel like fire and she just wanted more of him. Her head shook a no and her hands reached up to pull at his kimono. 

“Ah... I see...” he chuckled. “You want more of me...” Naraku stared into her eyes. “I’m glad you are coming around to being mine so quickly,” (Y/n) looked away from his gaze in embarrassment. She shouldn’t be enjoying her kidnapper’s advancement. She cursed the fact that not only did his touches feel nice but she was starting to notice how beautiful he was in general. She wanted to cry out of frustration but she wanted him to keep touching her. She didn’t want to be trapped and yet she wondered if it would be so bad being in his care? But did he kill her family? 

Her family just died and here she was trying to tear off the clothes of the man who may have killed them.

She was quite confused.

A ripping sound was heard and he finished tearing off her kimono before moving to remove his own clothing. His body was perfect, dark hair was contrasting against his pale skin. “I’m not done teasing you yet.” He smirked down moving to half lay on top of her. “But I will allow you to see me bare since you are being so good...” 

The skin to skin contact caused her breathing to hitch, his cool hand ran down her ribs and over her hips then to her thighs. He settled the hand between her legs feeling the slick slit under his fingers. 

He grunted in delight at the feeling, her hips in response to his touch bucked forward begging for more. Then Naraku paused as an idea popped into his dark thoughts. His body contorted slightly as a few root like things came from him. 

“Do you still want me like this, my little princess?” Her eyes widened as he changed. She only felt his power but she had no clue what his power was. “Y-You’re a demon?” She whimpered. The root like body part crawled up between her legs and rubbed against her heat causing her to moan. 

“Of course, my darling.” he smirked at the nervous expression on her face. “Answer.” 

“Y-yes.” She admitted, then she felt the tip of the part rub against her clit causing her to moan softly. “Good... And here I was worried I was going to have to force you to be mine.” He laughed darkly. “Perhaps I didn’t have to steal you at all... you probably would have came to me on your own.” He kissed her cheek gently as the thick appendage rubbed fasted against her clit causing her back to arch. “You so wet my little princess.” he laughed again. “So sweet.” Without warning he pushed the part into her causing her to moan in pain. 

“Ah... s-stop.” She begged and surprisingly her did. 

“It’ll feel good in a moment.” He assured her, carefully pulling it out and pushing it back in slower. A whimper came from her again. “My little princess... you have permission to touch me.” He cooed into her ear. In an instant, her hands reached forward to run over his chest and down his  body. His cock was fairly large but nothing unexpectedly huge, her fingers wrapped around his cock and he grunted in approval. “Just stroke it,” he instructed. He liked that she had no experience. He was going to teach her to be perfect for him. 

(Y/n) did as he told her slowly stroking the rigid member. It was smooth and incredibly warm, then the soft moans that came from the demon’s mouth only encouraged her, as well as the thick root like body part that was now moving in and out of her hole. 

The appendage inside of her brushed perfectly against her g-spot causing her to moan quite loudly, Naraku chuckled at the sound, he couldn’t wait to fill her with his seed. He wondered just how beautiful she would look carrying his children. 

“Taste me.” Naraku demanded of her suddenly. She glanced up at him and he pulled the part out of her before slamming it back in roughly, wiggling it ever so slightly. “Ah!” She breathed out and he moved his cock into her mouth. “Lick it, my little princess.” Her tongue moved around the tip tasting him and exploring the salty body part. His groans only made her bob her head slightly almost on instinct. “That’s it.” Naraku cooed. But then she froze as she felt her body start to form a knot deep in her with each wiggling movement inside her. Without much work from him she came against the strange part.

“Ah...” He smirked again down at her, quite cocky at how quick she was to cum. He pulled his part from her and pulled her mouth away from his cock. “Maybe we can explore that later.... I need in you.” He sat back and pulled her into his arms and lined her up with his cock. “You are going to look beautiful growing me seed, (Y/n)” He whispered before pushing her down onto his cock, impaling her deeply. She moaned and shivered still not quite over her first orgasm from earlier. She quivered and lost a bit of balance, only catching herself by holding onto his pecks and her face landed almost into the crook of his neck. His hands moved down to her ass spreading the cheeks slightly as he began pulling her up and down against him. She moaned against the skin of his neck before softly kissing it. This surprised Naraku at how gentle the kiss was but he continued to fuck her.

Her nails dug into his arms as he did so, Naraku sighed out at how she felt around him. Her hands moved to touch more of his chest, exploring his skin once again. “You feel so good” he grunted into her ear as he thrusted up into her body. Soft sounds of slapping skin echoed erotically in the dark room along with moans from the both of them. 

“Ah...” she whimpered again, moving to look at his face. He had a mix of pleasure and smugness in his expression as he slammed harder into her. “Do you like me inside you?” He spoke in a husky tone. 

She nodded.

“Say it.” he commanded.

“I like it.” 

“What do you like?” 

“You... inside me.” He smiled before slamming his hand down against her ass cheek. He pushed her down back onto her back, slamming his hips harder against her own at a new angle. “I’m going to fill you with my seed.” He huffed pushing into her harder and deeper. “You’re perfect for me, my little (Y/n).” he growled out. “So tight... so wet.” He hummed with each thrust. “Your cunt was made for me,” He expressed, his fingers ran up her hips and grabbing her breasts again, her head lulled back as she moaned for him. “N-Naraku...” She called his name. “It’s going to happen again.” 

“Go on then. Cum for me again, my little princess,” He stroked her nipple gently, speeding up in an almost inhuman way. A choking moan came from her mouth, cumming on him hard her body clenched around him just right causing Naraku to explode into her. He continued thrusting milking every bit of cum into her body before he crashed down on top of her exhausted form. 

“Naraku” A voice called from outside of the room, causing him to growl. 

“Kagura... what is it...” He grunted in annoyance, moving to pulled out of his newly claimed mate. 

“I have retrieved a new shard.” She moved to open the door, barely aware of the scene inside. He sighed moving to stand up, but not before examining the work he put into the woman under him. He grabbed his baboon pelt, placing it over the slightly confused woman before walking to the door, not ashamed of his own nudity. He opened the door half way and took the shard without a word then closed the door quickly before Kagura could speak again. “Leave you stupid woman” He said to his incarnation. “Can’t you tell I’m busy with my mate?” He hissed out. 

“Oh...” she said in surprise before leaving quickly. He looked at the small shard then at his woman. 

“Now... where were we?” She looked at him shocked. 

“Oh... I am not done with you yet, my little princess” he had a cruel grin on his lips as he came back to her.

[sweatersexual]

just some black ink on some blue lines (and a shadow you won’t recognize)

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Stan wished he knew what was going through Ford’s mind when he’d packed this box and shoved it in a closet. When they were kids, they’d insisted to their mother on cleaning days that the piles of the stuff in their room were organized, they had a system. Ford probably still had one, but Stan was no longer privy to it. He’d probably be annoyed with Stan for messing it up if - when - he got back.

But if Stan was going to turn this room into a gift shop, this closet would have to be cleared out. So he dug through the motley collection of vinyl records, books, part of a research paper, a jar of molasses, and a Cubic’s Cube, placing most of them in the pile of Ford’s things to be packed away and eventually returned to him. The book on Fifth-Dimensional Calculus, though, that might be helpful with the portal.

Two loose sheets of paper fell out as he flipped through the book. A letter, but not addressed to anyone. Still, Stan had spent enough time bent over that journal to know Ford’s handwriting back to front.

I’ve fallen in love with him, the letter read. I never imagined I could fall in love, let alone with a hog farmer from Tennessee, but he’s brilliant and charming and something electric runs through me every time we touch.

The confirmation that Ford was gay after all these years was hardly a surprise to Stan. He’d suspected Ford’s sexuality for about as long as he’d questioned his own. But Stan could never imagine writing anything so sappy about a guy he himself was into. Stan snorted as he continued reading.

I know you would tease me if I told you this in person. That’s only one of the many, many reasons I can never send this letter. But I feel like I have to tell someone about this or I’ll burst. Anyone else would think I was some kind of pervert. But somehow, I think you would understand.

I know we never talked about this, back when we still talked. We both knew how our father felt about men loving other men . . .

This letter was written to Stan. Ford had wanted to tell someone he was in love, and he had thought of Stan, even though they weren’t talking to each other. Ford must have picked up on Stan being bisexual in some way and known that it would have been safe to come out to him, if circumstances were different.

Well, he’d have been safe from homophobia. Safe from the usual brotherly mockery was a different story.

We both knew how our father felt about men loving other men, and his disapproval hung like a specter over everything we did. I know some psychologists would blame his overbearing nature for my current inclinations . . .

Overbearing nature, yeah, that was putting it lightly. “He’s an asshole,” Stan muttered to himself.

. . . but I can’t help but feel that if an overbearing father makes one queer, there would be a lot more queer people in the world. And psychology is a very inexact science anyway.

Stan had already figured, but it was nice to have someone as smart as Ford say that at least one of the theories people put out about why people weren’t straight was bogus. It didn’t matter why he or Ford loved men, because they weren’t about to change, and they weren’t hurting anybody. The sooner more people realized that, the better.

I’ve given up on analyzing why I feel the way I do about F. The fact that we have so much in common probably has something to do with it, but we didn’t always get along so well. When we first met a few years ago, I found his unique blend of hick and hippie mannerisms very off-putting. He thought me stuffy and intractable. Still, we managed to stand living together long enough to become close friends, and now, something more romantic in nature as well.

A few weeks ago, he insisted we take a break from studying. We drove out to the middle of nowhere and stargazed, something we’ve done several times before. Talking about space excites our imaginations. It has sparked many a conversation about the future, not just our own hopefully bright ones, but that of the world and humanity at large. This time, however, we got on the subject of how grateful we were to have each other in our lives. I’m a loner by nature, as you know, so connecting with anyone as well as I do with F is rare and precious. No sooner were the words out of my mouth than his lips were on mine, and I was reciprocating wholeheartedly.

When the kiss broke, he looked at me questioningly, worried, I think, that either of us would come to our senses and acknowledge the enormity of what we had just done. Instead I simply kissed him back. We’ve shared so many since then, and the close quarters of our dorm have proven too enticing to get schoolwork done without distractions. I’ve had to relocate to the library several times in order to get any real studying done.

That nerd. Of course his main concern about getting a boyfriend was how it would cut into his study time.

Despite how busy we are, we’ve still found time for things like walks around campus or daringly holding hands in the back of a dark movie theater. But mostly we’ve spent an increasing amount of time in each other’s arms back in our dorm. We made love last night. I’ll spare you the details, but I’ll have you know he’s just as considerate and patient in bed as he is anywhere else. Perhaps even more so.

Oh come on. “Considerate and patient?” That’s how you’d describe your waiter, not your lover. Had the sex not been that good? Not that Stan wanted to know the details, Ford had been right about that, but sheesh, Stan expected something more spicy than “considerate and patient.”

I can’t believe I just put that down on paper. Thank goodness you’ll never read this, you’d say I’m such a sap. I can’t help it, I’m in love and the only one I can talk to about it is the object of my affections. And as much as I do love talking to him about us, it would be nice, just for once, for someone else to know how happy I am, and why.

Yeah, Stan had been there before, when he’d dated guys who weren’t out. It sucked, not being able to introduce him to your friends, having to worry about who was watching when you so much as held his hand. So much of what was normal for couples just couldn’t be for you.

But sadly, disappointment is just as much a part of life as love is. You taught me that.

Stan winced. Ford had basically just called him a disappointment. Stan had known their father had felt that way about him, and Ford probably did too, but damn. Seeing it in writing like that still hurt.

Even F may leave me someday. As lovestruck as I am, I can still see the obstacles ahead of us clearly. I try not to let it taint my time with him now, much in the same way I still look back on our childhood fondly, even though it ended so badly.

I still keep that photo of us on the Stan-o-War, you know. F has seen it. He thinks we should talk to each other. I have no idea how I would even start. And sending this letter is still very much out of the question. Ma thinks you moved from the last address you gave her anyway. I would tell you to call her, but that would involve talking to you.

See you never,

Ford

Stan turned the letter over and sighed. Disappointment or not, at least Ford didn’t completely hate him. You didn’t write a letter like that to someone you hated. You didn’t keep a picture to show your boyfriend. You didn’t fondly reminisce on old memories. It sounded like Ford had considered reconciliation as a possibility, but not one he knew how to pursue. Stan could understand that. He had felt the same way.

Stan wondered if he had enough information to look up this F guy. Surely it wouldn’t be hard to track down a Backupsmore alumnus who’d been a hog farmer from Tennessee and had the first initial F. Maybe he was the owner of the smaller sized clothes Stan had found lying around the house, or of the vinyl records that didn’t seem to fit Ford’s music taste. Or maybe Ford had moved on from his college sweetheart and they belonged to someone else.

No, looking up F was a bad idea. Either he’d figure out Stan was impersonating his brother and ruin everything Stan was working for, or he’d believe Stan was Ford and Stan would have to pretend they had romantic history. Neither option was worth the hassle.

Stan ended up keeping the letter down in the basement with his brother’s journal. Whenever Stan reread it, he felt every minute of the decade plus he and Ford had spent growing apart. In another life, could they have shared those moments together? Could they have come out to each other in person? There was a whole relationship as adults they could have had, and maybe it was still a possibility.

Stan just needed to get that portal up and running.

[blaxkrosethorn]

A Rose With Thorns.

Haytham Kenway x OC.

Chapter 1. (Based off of ‘A Christmas Impersonation’ by @ragingbookdragon)

Summary: during a mission with Shay Cormac, French Assassin; Obedience L’Hona meets Grandmaster Haytham Kenway, but before anything happens she has to run.

Warnings: Language, sexual humor, mentions of violence and blood.

Rating: R. (For suggestive themes, Adult like scenes, mentions of loosing ones virginity, gore, smoking, and alcoholism.)

“This…is a bad idea, Shay.” She whimpered, grip on the Irish man’s overcoat deathly tight as she contemplates pulling him back towards the Morrigan. The man simply chuckled at the shorter woman’s antics.

“Relax, lass. We’ve got this, we always do.” He says as he leads her up the stairs. “Seriously, Shay. My nerves are a mess we’re going to fucking get caught.” She exclaims, chocolate brown hues wide with anticipation. “Obbi. Take a breather.” Shay coaxes and she rolls her eyes before doing as she’s told. Once she’s moderately calm, Shay gently guides her the rest of the way up the steps, and presents an invitation to the Red Coat standing guard outside of the mansion’s doors. He smiles at them, but the smile screams ‘I hate myself and I most definitely hate you.’

“Lord and Lady Shamus Williams?” He asked skeptically. “Yes, me and my wife have been traveling, this is our first gathering in about a month.” Shay says smoothly, and the Red Coat nods before smiling at Obedience and allowing the two to glide into the mansion and easily blend in.

As soon as they were out of the Red Coat’s earshot, both breathed sighs of relief. “That was close..” Shay muttered. “I thought you had it..” Obedience glowered. “Irish bastard..” she mutters. “Is this what upper-class parties are like?” Shay mutters.

She huffed. “This place is boring compared to Callaghan’s on a Friday night.”

 Shay snorted. “Agreed. It seems the people who govern us little ones don’t know how to party.”

A servant walked passed holding a tray of Champaign. Shay grabbed two, handing one to Obedience. “For you, Lady Williams.”

She took the drink. “Thank you, Lord Williams.” Raising her glass to his, she warned, “Now remember, the whole point of tonight isn’t to get piss drunk. We’re here to—”

She narrowed her gaze as he started drinking. “You’re not even listening to me, are you?”

 Shay eyed her. “I heard, ‘get piss drunk’, and decided to follow the instructions.”

           “You’re a dipshit, Shay.” Obedience griped, taking a sip of her own. Her face scrunched up and she inconspicuously spat the champagne back into the glass. A shiver ran through her and she gagged. “Ugh.”

He chuckled. “It’s surprising that you don’t like that, considering the fact that you drink whiskey.”

She smacked her lips awkwardly, trying to get the taste out of her mouth. “Yeah, but whiskey actually tastes good.” Obedience glared into the shot. “In the wise words of your dearly departed father, this tastes like horse piss.”

At that, Shay had to fake a cough to cover up the bark of laughter. “He would be proud.” And then they lapsed back into silence as they strolled around the venue.

Eventually, they stopped by one of the giant windows, and Obedience took to scrutinizing the men at the party.

A nudge to her side, followed by a whisper caught her attention. “Lady Williams, you’re supposed to be a married woman. Are you searching for a lover?”

 Obedience rolled her eyes and looked at him. “Well, someone has to satisfy a woman’s needs and you’re not.”

Shay actually seemed offended by that one, placing a hand to his chest. “That hurt.”

 “You’ll live,” she retorted, eyes following the men until she landed on one talking to an older woman. He was handsome, strong facial features, broad shoulders, definitely fit under all those layers, and his eyes. Oh, his eyes were drop dead striking, like gunmetal. And she wanted to know them. Badly.

She tapped repeatedly on Shay’s arm. “That one, I want that one!” She whispers, and Shay directs his eye sight towards the man Obedience had taken a liking to.

“You mean the one that screams I’m a pretentious arsehole with a stick shoved up my arse, that one?” Shay inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah..” Obedience replied hazily, practically drooling at the sight of the dark haired man. Shay sighs at his best friend’s behavior. “I want to climb that man like the village tree..”

At that, Shay gagged. “Gross!”

 “Are you kidding me, Shay?” she questioned, nodding at the man who’d begun to look around. “Look at his hands. And his thighs. And his really…firm…body. That is a man who knows what a woman wants and how to give it to her.”

 “I’m really glad you’ve finally found someone to break your celibacy vow, but please, please, please, understand that I am not as interested in men as you are.”

Obedience whirled around to face him, humorous glint in her eyes as she challenged him. “From what I’ve seen in Portugal, your a damn liar.” She said, accent getting thicker with every word spoken.

Shay’s already pale white face got even paler, if even possible. “I thought we agreed not to speak of that again!?” Shay scowled, cheeks beginning to redden in embarrassment.

“No,” she begins. “You said never to speak of it again and I nodded.” Obedience says as if it were the most obvious thing. “Exactly, you agreed.” Shay growled lowly. “Shay, you should know by now that I have to give verbal words of agreement, not a small simple nod of my pretty little head.” Obedience smirks, and Shay moves to argue with her when they hear someone clear their throat. Both slap smiles onto their faces and face the person whom demanded their attention, only to find the man Obedience had been previously drooling over.

The man offered a smile. “Good evening.” He greeted.

“Good evening.” Obedience greeted back, Shay quickly following her lead.

“Haytham Kenway, pleased to meet you.” The man introduced himself, and Obedience felt like his steel gray eyes were boring into her brown ones.

“Shay-!” Obedience nudged Shay’s foot. “Shamus Williams, the pleasure is mine. This, is my wife;” Shay says, and Obedience introduces her alias. “Maya Williams, pleasure.” She says, placing her hand in Haytham’s as she expects him to shake it. She’s pleasantly surprised when he raises it to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on her knuckle. “The pleasure is mine.” Haytham says, the undertone of a flirt filling his voice, though his eyes held a pinch of suspicion.

“I’m normally good at recognizing the regulars of a party, but I don’t believe I’ve ever met you two.” Haytham says. “What is it you two do?” He asks.

Shay quickly fills in the metaphorical gap. “We work for a business man, unfortunately he became sick so he gave the invitations to me and my wife to represent him and his wife.” He says, and Haytham quickly nods.

Shay rested his hand in the small of Obedience’s back. She nearly hurled.

“My drink is empty, I’ll be back. Until I get back, why don’t you and Mr. Kenway converse?” Shay asks, smiling at Obedience. She lets out an unladylike snort, raising an eyebrow. “Your glass is full, Shamus.” Obedience says, but Shay quickly downs his glass before handing it to Obedience and sending her a mischievous wink. “Now, it’s empty.” He says and although she grins she lets out a wheeze. “I hate you.” She says, he simply grins and disappears into the crowd. Obedience shakes her head exasperatedly.

Haytham laughs, taking both glasses from Obedience. “I wasn’t—” Obedience begins but Haytham cuts her off. “You didn’t like it anyways.” He says, and she blushes in embarrassment.

“You uh-..” she clears her throat. “You saw that..?” She mutters, looking down bashfully and trying to hide behind her dark black hair.

Haytham chuckles. “Only the ones who were paying attention noticed.” He says, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“Paying attention to a married woman?” She teased, giving him a small smirk.

Haytham ignores her question with a small chuckle. “Dance with me?” He asked, holding out an arm. “Mr. Kenway, I really shouldn’t..” Obedience says, trying to keep her act up. “Your not married.” Haytham says, and Obedience feels a bullet of shock rush through her, and she hesitantly places her hand in his.

Haytham pulls Obedience into a dance, but she doesn’t get a chance to enjoy it, a few Redcoats spotting her and beginning to advance.

“That, would unfortunately be my queue to run.” Obedience says before running away from the ballroom, trying to find Shay so they could escape the building.

She checks room after room, finally finding Shay in a large room with a desk. A desk that Shay was perched on, a woman on top of him.

“Shay!” Obedience yells, startling him and the woman. “Hey! Who the hell do you think you are?!” The woman yells at Obedience. “His best friend and the one saving his life, now get lost bitch!” Obedience snarls and the woman quickly dressed before doing so.

Shay quickly dresses himself and they make their way towards the window. “I can’t jump in this damn dress!” Obedience yelps. “Then cut it off if you can’t undo the lacings, woman!” Shay says, opening the window. “I can’t reach my damn knife!” She yelps, and Shay rolls his eyes before dropping to his knees in front of her, and reaching his hand up her dress.

“Don’t you dare get any funny ideas, Cormac!” Obedience growls lowly. “Wouldn’t be the first time, lass.” Shay jokes, earning a smack to the back of his head. He’s just about to grasp the handle of her knife when the door to the room is thrown open, revealing Haytham.

“I swear to God this is not what it looks like..” Obedience swears, growling at a frozen in place Shay. “You sure?” Haytham asks amusedly. “Quite.” Obedience says. Shay gets the hint and backs away. “I almost had your knife, until stick-arse showed up.” Shay growled, approaching the window. “Here,” Haytham says, cutting the lace in the back of Obedience’s dress. The dress itself falls to her ankles, leaving her in her corset and a black and blue skirt that went to her knees.

Shay jumped and Obedience turned to Haytham. She grabbed him by the neck and tugged him down to her level, kissing him passionately. He just barely got to kiss back before she pulled away and climbed the window sill, winking at him. “Later, Haytham.”

And then, both her and Shay were gone.

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Footprints in the Sand

Part 7: River

Summary/Author's Note: Okay, I tried to get this out in a timely manner since part 6 was so painful. It's a sloooooow burn, I'm sorry but I promise it will be worth it. Trust me I want them happy and boning as much as y'all do. This chapter is Ellaria centric, I wanted to explore some of her thoughts and emotions but rest assured Oberyn confronts Jaime at the end and gets some things off his chest.

Pairing: Oberyn x Ellaria x Reader Word Count: 4.1k (See my loves? I’m righting the wrongs of part 6) Warnings: (R/18+) As always. Language. Threats. Ellaria softness. Ellaria is just as much in love with you--I ain't scared. Oberyn "a long sword is a bad choice when fighting in close quarters" Martell. Ellaria is Oberyn’s voice of reason, we all knew this, it is not a surprise. Prince-Douche!Jaime.

Don't say, don't you say it One breath, it'll just break it

Parts (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)

It felt like days had passed but in reality it had only been a few hours. The room at the brothel felt empty, colder somehow, and both of them knew exactly why--you were no longer there. Ellaria sat in front of the mirror, using a small stick of charcoal to frame her dark eyes. She reached for the red lip stain in the small copper tin but stopped to look over her shoulder at Oberyn instead. 

The Prince had been standing on the balcony for the better part of the afternoon. His hands balanced on the railing were gripping the stone so tightly she could see his knuckles turning white with the effort. With a clenched jaw and an unwavering stare, he looked across the city at the Red Keep--such obvious anger on his handsome face saddened her heart. 

"Oberyn," she called gently but he didn't move. 

She moved her dress to the side as she stood up and moved to join him on the balcony. Oberyn was already dressed for the evening, his dark blue tunic striking against his olive skin. The silver stitching of stars that went down the edges drew attention to the open expanse of his broad, bare chest. She would be thankful when they were back in Dorne where it was warm enough he could forgo a tunic all together. She loved coming up from behind him and running her hands down his chest, lightly playing with the soft hair line down from his navel. But she knew her touch was not something that could distract him from his rage, and if she was being honest, it couldn't even distract her from her own. 

"My love," she whispered as she stood beside him and put her hands on his arm tenderly. 

Oberyn blinked slowly and looked down at her. His gaze softened, never wanting to look at her with anything other than the adoration she deserved. 

"Talk to me," Ellaria said, giving his arm a squeeze.

"Is it wrong that I miss her?" Oberyn said, putting his hand over Ellaria's and looking back out at the city. 

"No," Ellaria shook her head and leaned her cheek against his shoulder. "I miss her, too," she added in a whisper. 

"It's only been a few days, but--" 

"That doesn't matter." Ellaria looked up at him. "Do you remember when we met?"

Oberyn chuckled and smiled for the first time since this morning. "I introduced myself by asking you to move into the palace."

"And how long had you known me?"

"Known you?" Oberyn raised an eyebrow and grinned. "If you count admiring you from my balcony--then a few hours."

"Exactly, and here we are. You're a man who has always known what he wants," Ellaria nodded. 

Oberyn agreed with her words and put his hand over hers on his chest, giving it a gentle grip. She knew the way they had met you was unorthodox, but then what part of their own love wasn't? She was a bastard daughter who had fallen for a Prince, who couldn’t wed her on the off chance an arranged marriage could benefit his family. It didn’t mean what they had wasn’t real. Did she know everything there was to know about you? Of course not. But she knew enough to know she couldn't bear the thought of seeing you hurt.

"If I thought she didn't want us, I would let it go. But she almost said yes, Ellaria." He sighed, remembering the feeling of your body on top of his this morning. 

"To going to Dorne?" Ellaried moved back slightly to look at his face.

Oberyn nodded. "And then that blond little prick stormed in. The disrespect of the Lannisters knows no bounds."

"My love, this is not our home. This is not Dorne. We must tread lightly--"

"Are you saying I'll do something rash?" Oberyn turned back to look at her, raising an eyebrow.

Ellaria pursed her lips and gave him an exasperated expression. "I'm saying, if you shove a dagger into Jaime Lannister tonight our odds of walking away unscathed are very small." She raised her hands as he narrowed his eyes. "Just a reminder."

He took her hand and brought it to his lips, gently pressing a kiss to her knuckles and looking into her dark eyes. "I promise to control my temper tonight. For you."

"And for (y/n)."

"And for (y/n)." He nodded as he pulled her against his chest and put his strong arms around her waist. 

--

Ellaria sipped wine slowly from her cup so she could watch the room over the rim. It helped her ignore the taste of the horrible swill that they were trying to pass off as decent wine. She badly wished to return home to where the wine was vibrant and the food was fresh and comforting. She pushed the meats and hard cheeses away from her plate in favor of the baked bread and fruits. 

Oberyn was doing what he did best and Ellaria was content to sit at the table and watch him. He talked, he laughed, he engaged those around him and it was no secret that Doran allowed his brother to be the face of Dorne for this reason. The women of the room all paid him special attention. They made any excuse to touch his broad shoulders, his solid arms, and Ellaria couldn't help but smile because he dodged each and every one of them and looked up to meet her gaze with a mischievous grin.

However much he seemed to be enjoying himself, Ellaria knew what he was really doing--looking for you. With only three days before they sailed out for Dorne, Jaime's intrusion this morning did complicate matters quite a bit. Who knew what he had said in the moments that followed after he stole you away. Ellaria took another large drink as she remembered the way you looked up at them, Jaime's arm tightly around your waist. It had made her sick. Such a man should never be allowed to touch such beauty. 

She scanned each and every table, looking up every time someone new walked in only to be disappointed when it wasn't you. 

Oberyn had said that you had almost accepted their invitation, her only hope was that nothing had changed that. She knew you were strong, knew your gentle nature didn't hinder your resolve, but she also knew the lengths that the Lannisters would go to achieve their means. And the other members of your family did not possess the same moral integrity.

Oberyn made his way back to her table and stooped his head to capture her lips. The taste of wine and fruit made him run his tongue along his bottom lip as he pulled back and smiled. "Exquisite," he said softly and Ellaria grinned. Always the charmer, he was. 

"Any word?" Ellaria asked, ending the tender moment.

"None," Oberyn shook his head. 

"I'm sure she will be here soon," Ellaria put her hand on Oberyn's arm. 

"If Jaime laid a hand on her, I'll kill him," Oberyn mumbled into the rim of his wine glass and Ellaria squeezed his arm. 

"I'm sure she can protect herself."

"She shouldn't have to protect herself from her own family." 

"I agree," Ellaria said, keeping her voice even. "But neither of us have the pleasure of calling the Lannisters family."

Whatever else she was about to say faded before it left her mouth. She gave Oberyn's arm a rapid pat as you turned the corner and walked into the throne room. Your crimson dress was striking. It flowed behind you, whispering against the stone and Ellaria wanted to feel it under her fingers. A gold plated belt cinched your waist and matched the golden bracers on your wrists. Your beautiful hair was pinned back in an ornate twist and that's when her stomach dropped. She couldn't pretend she didn't see the large, purpling bruise on the apple of your cheek. It stood out from across the room and took away from your face--that beautiful face that she had spent a great deal of time kissing over the last few days. 

"Fuck the gods," Oberyn growled, his hand reaching for the dagger in the belt around his waist.

"Oberyn!" Ellaria hissed, stopping him from pulling the blade.

"Do you not see her face?!" He turned around and looked at her with a fire in his eyes that she had seen very few times in their lives together. He was angry. He was teetering on the edge of rage, but even worse, under all of that, what made her chest ache for him, was the hurt in his eyes.

"I see it, my love," she assured him. "But this room is full of hundreds of people. The entire King's Guard is standing watch at these doors. I know you want to defend her honor but how do you think (y/n) would feel if this ended with you dead in the middle of the feast?"

Oberyn took his hand off of his dagger and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He glanced at Ellaria at his side before looking back to you with a shake of his head. "Why do you have to be reasonable all of the time?"

"Because the gods knew without me, you would have never lived this long." She took his hand gently and pried it from his crossed arms to lead him back to their table. "Come and sit down. We will have a better chance to reach her after the feast."

--

Ellaria hardly touched the food that was on her plate. She barely listened when King Robert gave his speech, thanking each individual house for their attendance. And the wine that she thought was insufficient now tasted unbearable. Nothing around her was enjoyable since she laid eyes on you. 

You sat at the table at the front of the hall with the other Lannisters and Baratheons looking more miserable than the day she first laid eyes on you. With tight lips and a blank face, you downed glass after glass of wine and didn't touch your food. It seemed to her that you were determined on having to be carried out of the hall, or forgetting the night all together--perhaps both. She missed your smile. She missed that infectious laugh and that quick wit that she had gotten to know over the last few days. It pained her to see the shell of a woman so far beyond her grasp, for no matter how beautiful, a shell was nothing more than an empty vessel.

Ellaria was drawn from her thoughts as the man at her side abruptly moved his chair back and stood up. And when she saw why, he heart began to race. 

"Oberyn don't," Ellaria said as the pair of them watched Jaime Lannister get up from his table and head out of the grand hall.

Oberyn had a truly empty grin on his face as he leaned down and kissed her cheek, mumbling against her skin. "I don't know what you're talking about, my love."

"I'm not a fool!" She grit her teeth, trying to keep her voice low as she grabbed the dark blue sleeve of his tunic. 

"I just want...a word." Oberyn was careful to keep his voice guarded. "It won't take long."

"Ober--" she stopped as he walked around her chair and she turned her body to follow his movements. "Oberyn--fuck." She watched helplessly as the stubborn prince put more distance between himself and their table and followed the same path out of the hall as Jaime had. Ever the silent, swift viper, no one seemed to notice as the prince moved in between them carefully, all the while keeping a firm hand on his blade. 

Ellaria stood but she didn't follow him. He didn't need her help and he certainly didn't need her drawing more attention to his careful pursuit of the blond. As he turned the corner and disappeared from her view she turned back to the head table to see you getting up as well.

You swayed slightly as you drained yet another glass of wine and kept your balance by gripping the back of your chair. You gave a weak smile to those around you and quietly excused yourself from the table. Ellaria had watched you all night, hoping for a look in their direction, a look of longing, anything--and you had not given either of them so much as a glance. Before she could stop herself, she lifted her skirts slightly and stepped back from the table to follow you at a determined pace. 

She followed closely as you walked down the hallway that led out into the castle gardens. Other guests milled about, laughing and talking, and she dodged them all, never allowing herself to lose sight of that striking red dress. 

"Excuse me." Ellaria nearly collided with one of the King's Guard but avoided him and stepped outside. 

The gardens we're lit with torches and had tables of wine and food set out for guests to partake in the mild spring evening. Each fountain contained about a dozen floating candles that gave the whole place a magical glow--the castle servants had really worked hard to make sure the last night of the feast was beautiful. 

She watched as you found a corner fountain, empty of other patrons, before sitting down heavily on the edge of the water. Her footsteps slowed as she admired just how beautiful you really were. Despite the bruise on your cheek and the sadness in your eyes, she still yearned for you like she did before you had even spoken. The memory of your hands in her hair as she kissed your thighs, of the feel of your lips as you smiled against her mouth and pulled her to your chest after she brought your release--she felt as if she had been without your touch for months. Watching Jaime drag you away made you feel unobtainable, and she ached because of it. 

She wanted to call to you, to feel your name once again fall from her mouth, to run and pull you to her breast but instead she said, "I think you left some wine unfinished at the table. Would you like me to go and get it?"

You stopped at the sound of her voice and glanced over your shoulder in surprise. "Ellaria," you breathed quietly before turning from her to quickly wipe your cheeks. When Ellaria realized you had been crying, her smile fell and her resolve crumbled.

"Oh, my sweet one," she got close enough to touch you but when she reached out you stood to avoid her hands.

"Don't." 

The one word was hard, sharp. It held a command, a finality that did not match the soft woman that she had gotten to know in her bed. 

"(Y/n)," she tried again and you shook your head.

"I don't need your pity." You wiped another tear angrily from your cheek. 

"That's not what I'm here to offer," Ellaria said, letting her hands fall to her sides. 

"Then why are you here?"

"Why am I--" she couldn't believe how cold your words were, and then she remembered--Jaime. "What did he do to you? Besides that." She gestured to your face and crossed her arms.

"He didn't do anything," you lied.

"Did he threaten you?"

"No."

"Did he threaten me? Or Oberyn?"

"No."

Ellaria stopped for a moment and raised an eyebrow. "What did he tell you?"

You hugged your arms around yourself and shook your head again. Did you tell her? You had to. No matter how painful it may be, you needed answers. 

"Did you know about Elia Martell?" You asked quietly.

Ellaria nodded without hesitation. "Of course I did."

"Why didn't Oberyn say anything?"

"What was there to say?"

"That my family murdered her!" You said, raising your voice and looking at her with desperation. The lump in your throat grew and you swallowed hard, refusing to cry anymore than you already had that day. 

"That has nothing to do with what has transpired between the three of us." Ellaria spoke firmly and took a step forward towards you.

"But doesn't it? I'm a Lannister." Your voice cracked on the word and Ellaria took another step in your direction. "I'm the enemy."

"You are not." She said, her lips pressing into a tight line. "You are not responsible for the sins of Tywin Lannister. Or Jaime Lannister. Or anyone else that has brought harm to Oberyn's house." 

"Then what am I? A pawn? A trophy? Something the Prince of Dorne can fuck as part of his plan to get back at those responsible for his sister's death?" Your words tasted like poison on your lips and you hated yourself for the anger that was directed at the woman in front of you but you had to know. 

"Never."

Ellaria's words were a whisper as she finally stood directly in front of you. She reached out hesitantly and put her hands on your forearms. When you didn't pull away she squeezed them and looked you directly in the eyes. 

"Oberyn may fight with a spear. He is expertly trained to fight with daggers. He is every bit the red viper they say he is, with fangs and venomous words, lying in wait for the time to strike--but to him, to me, love is not a weapon."

"Love." You laughed bitterly and she grabbed your jaw in her hand, stopping you from breaking her gaze. 

"I mean what I said." 

You didn't pull from her grasp, but you didn't move to embrace her either. "How can I know for sure?"

Ellaria lessened her grip on your face, her long, slender fingers tracing your skin gently as she looked you over. She hesitantly touched the bruise on the side of your face and when you winced it made her heart ache. She would kill a thousand King's Guard if that's what it took. But she knew such an act of violence would not be something required to win your kind heart. When it came to her and Oberyn, neither of them would settle for less than you wanting them back with just as much furocity as they wanted you. 

Ellaria leaned in and when you didn't pull away she took that for the invitation that it was and whispered with her lips a breath's space away from yours.

"Because if my kiss was a lie, it wouldn't taste as sweet."

She pressed her mouth against yours as softly as she spoke her words and you breathed her in like a woman who was drowning. She tasted like she always did, sweet and warm, and it did things to your body despite the heartache you had suffered throughout the day. This was Ellaria. A woman who wanted to know your thoughts, who wanted to know your body, who wanted to know you. Her kiss was not possessive, because you were not an object to be owned. To her you were something to be worshipped and her kiss was an offering of such. 

Her hands moved to cup your cheeks and you spoke against her mouth. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize." She said, whispering her mantra against you, a law in the religion of your relationship. "We wanted to stop Jaime this morning, please believe me."

"I know," you nodded before pulling her back down for another bruising kiss.

"You need to talk to Oberyn. You need to know that my words are not just my own. He deserves the chance to tell you himself." She said, fisting the material of your dress as she pulled you against her body and your arms wrapped around her neck.

"I will," you agreed, tilting your head so she could slip her tongue past your lips. 

She never wanted to let you go, never allow anyone else to kiss you like this, never allow anyone to take you from her arms--except of course Oberyn. She knew you still had not given your answer, that you only had one foot on the boat to Dorne and the other remained firmly planted to the steps of King's Landing. But Ellaria knew, with a determined heart, that at the end of the week she wasn't getting on that ship without you.

--

Oberyn walked slowly but with purpose. He watched the back of Jaime's head as the other man threaded through the small clusters of guests and around the corner. Oberyn didn't know where he was going, but he didn't care. All he knew was that he wasn't leaving the castle until he had had a few words with the young Lannister. He let his fingers play over the pearl handle of his dagger and the smooth texture grounded him. He remembered Ellaria's words and vowed not to end up at the wrong end of someone's sword tonight. 

It wasn't long before he was almost caught up with Jaime. His swift movements and steady pace gave him an advantage of speed against someone in full plate armor. He watched as Jaime went around a large stone pillar and Oberyn took the other side. Pulling his dagger, he nearly let the man collide with him as he grabbed a fistful of his golden cloak and shoved him into the shadowed alcove with a grunt. 

"What the--" Jaime hissed before focusing his gaze and looking eye to eye at the man before him. "Prince Oberyn." He said cordially, and Oberyn gave a smug grin in return.

"Jaime Lannister," he said, putting the edge of the dagger against the blond's neck. "I thought we could talk."

“Talk?” Jaime glanced down at the blade briefly and then back up, careful to keep his expression blank. "I forgot Dornishmen have a unique way of speaking."

Oberyn gave a hollow chuckle and nodded. "Something you'll do well to remember."

Both mean glared at the other. Neither of them refused to relent even though it was obvious that only one of them had the upper hand. Jaime finally broke the silence.

"What is it that you want?"

"Didn't Joanna ever tell you not to strike a woman?" Oberyn asked without pretense, casually speaking the name of Jaime's deceased mother.

Jaime grit his teeth and rolled his eyes. "I should have known it was about that little cunt."

Oberyn jerked forward and pressed the dagger into Jaime's neck hard enough to make the other man wince. "Watch it, boy."

Jaime swallowed hard, rethinking his words before focusing back on the Prince. "You can't fool me, Oberyn. It's too much of a coincidence. You and your bastard courtesan show up out of nowhere and try to bed my cousin? If this is your way of getting to my father, you'll have to do better than that."

"This has nothing to do with Tywin." Oberyn said, trying to hide the mild surprise he felt at the mere suggestion. 

"Doesn't it?" Jaime raised a blond eyebrow. "Tell me. Is she something to fuck and discard or do you really plan on taking her to Dorne? She can’t be that good in bed--”

“Enough--”

 “Or do you plan on repeating what happened to Elia? Because I have to say--I didn't think you had it in y--" His words stopped short as Oberyn flexed the blade and it drew a small drop of blood from Jaime's neck.

"Don't say her name," Oberyn said through clenched teeth. 

"You're going to regret that," Jaime snarled but Oberyn ignored him.

"I know the culture is different here in King's Landing, but where I come from the rape and murder of innocents is considered an unforgivable atrocity." 

"Ahh, yes, I forget the noble constitutions of the Sand peopl--" Jaime stopped talking with another press of the steel. 

"I am not here to debate our clearly different opinions of what is right or wrong, little lion. I am here to tell you," Oberyn leaned in and lowered his voice. "If you lay another hand on (y/n), I will remind you that all Lannisters bleed. Just like any other man."

"Is that a threat?"

"It is a promise," Oberyn spat, making Jaime flinch as he removed the dagger suddenly and put it back at the sheath at his waist. He adjusted his tunic before adding, "Enjoy the rest of the feast."

Oberyn didn’t have to turn around to know Jaime was giving him a look of death as he adjusted the cloak that the Prince’s grip had wrinkled. He knew Jaime was probably already planning his retaliation, but for now, it was clear that you were under the protection of Dorne. 

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Unsung Verses Chapter 12

Rockstar!Dean x plus sized reader

Word Count- 5545

Summary-Y/N and Dean have been best friends since high school, in a band together, and dated for a year but decided they were better off friends. They play gig after gig trying to get discovered, but once they sign a record deal, will fame be all it’s cracked up to be? Or will it be too much for their relationship to handle? Join them on their adventure to fame and find out!

Warnings-  Angst, Fluff, Language, SMUT

A/N- This chapter is a day early because I won’t be able to post tomorrow. I hope you enjoy it!

Thank you to @deanwanddamons​​ for being my beta for this series!

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Y/N and Dean had enjoyed their time with family back in Kansas. Their engagement, along with Sam and Jess’s, was the talk of the week between Christmas and New Year’s. Sam and Jess had already been talking about wedding plans, but Y/N hadn’t even thought about that yet. Not that she wasn’t excited to marry Dean, she absolutely was, but her mind was stuck on the upcoming tour. She couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t going to go as smoothly as everyone thought it would. She had kept that thought to herself through the holidays. 

They had flown back to California the day after New Year’s day, as they had to prepare to leave soon. They had to meet with Nick one last time to settle on the crew that would accompany them on tour, and Y/N and Dean wanted to get settled into the new home they were going to share before they left. That’s what led her to where she was now, standing in the living room of their house, waiting on the moving company to deliver their things. As she looked around the empty space, she felt arms snake around her waist, causing her to smile and relax. 

“I can’t believe you bought this house,” Dean whispered, his chin resting on her head. 

“Well, you fell in love with it when we saw it, and I didn’t want to live in the penthouse anymore,” she shrugged, not thinking buying a house was that big of a deal. 

“I’m sorry,” 

“What? Why are you sorry?” she asked, turning her head to look at him, confused as to what he could be talking about. 

“I know you didn’t want to live there anymore because of all the bad memories. The fights, the stress, and it’s partially my fault,” he sighed, laying his head on her shoulder. 

“Dean…” she said, turning in his arms to face him, “I want you to listen to me. Yes, we had some bad days there, but it’s behind us now. I want us to move on and get ready for our future, not dwell in the past,” 

“I know, sweetheart, but I can’t help it. I hurt you, and I can’t let that go,” 

“We hurt each other, babe. We were both at fault, but we have to let it go and move on. So, please, leave the bad memories at the door, and we can make new, happy memories here,” she said with a smile, standing on her toes to place a soft kiss on his lips. 

“Damn, I’m one lucky son of a bitch,” he laughed, leaning in to kiss her again. 

“I don’t know about that,” she giggled. 

“I do. Y/N, I mean it when I tell you there will never be another woman for me. You’re it for me, baby. I couldn’t imagine my life without you, and I hope I never have to know what it’s like,” 

Y/N couldn’t find the words to express what she wanted to say. He was her world, and she wasn’t sure how to tell him how much he truly meant to her. She had been in love with the man before her for so long that she couldn’t imagine him not being there. As words continued to fail her, she did all she could think to do, grabbing his face between her hands, crushing her lips to his. She could only hope that he could tell what she was feeling for him as the kiss deepened, their bodies pressed against the other. 

Dean moved his lips from hers to trail kisses down her jaw to her neck while his hands found their way under her shirt. The feeling of her soft skin beneath his hands drove him wild, making his cock twitch in his jeans, quickly becoming hard. The quiet moans and whimpers leaving her lips only made it worse, his need to be inside her growing by the second. As he had her pinned against the wall, he began to grind himself against her, ready to take her then and there when the doorbell rang. They groaned in unison at the interruption. 

“They’re fucking early,” he growled, looking down at his watch. 

“I know. It looks like we’ll have to take a raincheck for now,” she groaned, “Go get the door,”

“Uhhh, sweetheart, maybe you should answer the door,” he said, looking down between them, “I have an obvious problem,” 

“It’s fine. I’m sure it’s not something they haven’t seen before,” she joked, getting a bitch face from Dean. 

“Y/N....” he whined, causing her to burst into a fit of giggles. 

“Fine. Go calm down, and then get your cute ass back down here. I’m not doing the unpacking by myself,” she laughed, turning to walk away when he grabbed her, pulling her back to him. 

“Sweetheart, when they leave, you are mine!” he growled in her ear, causing a shiver to run up her spine. 

She watched as he walked away and up the stairs, stopping halfway to send a wink in her direction. Why did the movers have to show up early? She sighed as she walked to the door to let them in and begin packing in their belongings. She was frustrated that they had interrupted her and Dean, but she knew what would happen once the movers were gone, and she couldn’t wait, her thighs involuntary clenching at the thought. She shook the thoughts from her mind, beginning to unpack the boxes as they were brought in. She and Dean would have their time together later. She just had to be patient. 

Dean was back downstairs and helping her unpack not too long after the movers arrived, both of them wanting to get as much done as possible. They let the moving people do the heavy lifting, as that’s what they were being paid to do, and after a few hours, all their furniture was in the house and where it was supposed to be. All that was left to do was empty the boxes and put the things where they belonged. 

Dean paid the company what they were owed and shut and locked the door behind them. As he turned to walk back into the living room, he stopped and leaned back against the door. Y/N was bent over looking through one of the boxes, and he couldn’t help himself but stare. Her shorts had ridden up her legs and were giving him quite the view of her ass, and their actions before they were interrupted earlier that day were brought to the forefront of his mind once again. He pushed himself off the door, walking straight to her, grabbing her hips and grinding his hardening cock against her. 

“I seem to remember me telling you what was going to happen when they left. Well, sweetheart, they’re gone now,” he groaned, pushing harder against her, before pulling her to stand. 

“Dean, we need to get some more of this stuff put away,” she whined, quickly giving in as he nibbled on her neck. 

“That can wait, baby. I’ve been thinking about that sweet pussy since we were interrupted this morning, and I’m not waiting any longer,” he told her, spinning her in his arms and crashing his lips to hers, backing her up against the wall where they were earlier that day. 

Once her back touched, he was all over her, hands and lips moving against her skin, igniting a fire only he could extinguish. No man had ever made her feel the way he did, made her want them so badly with just a touch, just a kiss. He knew what to do, what to say to drive her wild, and she loved every minute when they were together like this.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, make you scream so loud the neighbors will know my name before we ever introduce ourselves,” he whispered in her ear, his hand moving into the front of her shorts and panties, sliding his fingers between her folds. 

“Dean…” she moaned, not able to form coherent words. His filthy mouth doing things to her and making her legs tremble. 

“That’s it, baby, but you’re going to have to be louder than that,” he smirked, pushing two fingers into her throbbing heat, “Come on, sweetheart, get loud for me,” 

She threw her head back with a loud groan as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, hard and fast, her moans getting louder as he brought her closer to the edge. Her legs were shaking with her impending release, grabbing his shoulders to keep herself standing. But before she could come, he slipped his hand out of her shorts, putting them in his mouth to lick them clean. 

“Always so good, Y/N. I could taste you all day long,” 

“Dean...please,” 

“Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me what you want me to do to you,” 

“I need you to fuck me! I need to feel you, now!” she pleaded, wanting him to fill her up only as he could. 

The moan that left him was almost feral as he pulled her shorts and panties off in one fluid motion, her shirt and bra right behind them. His clothes weren't far behind as he led her to the couch, bending her over the arm, kicking her feet apart, and lining himself up at her entrance. Grasping his cock, he slid it through her folds, gathering her wetness before thrusting hard, burying himself deep inside her. 

“Fuck! Dean, move, please!”

“Does my girl want me to fuck her? Make her come on my cock?” he rasped, grinding his hips against her. 

“Yes! Oh God, yes!”

He pulled out slowly, slamming back in hard, setting a brutal pace. His hands digging into her hips were sure to leave bruises, but she didn't care. All she needed was to come, screaming his name just like he wanted her to do.

One of his hands slid up her back, wrapping into her hair, pulling her up, and pinning her back against his chest,his other hand reaching around to rub on her clit, causing her back to arch, pushing him even deeper inside her. 

“Come for me, baby. Let me feel that tight little pussy squeeze me so good, ” he whispered in her ear before placing his lips to her neck, nibbling and sucking on her pulse point. 

“I'm so close, De…” she whined, right on the edge of what she was sure to be one of the hardest orgasms she’d ever had. 

“Not loud enough, sweetheart,” he growled, stilling deep within her, “I told you I wanted to hear you scream. Now, are you going to be a good girl and come shouting my name, or do I have to leave you like this, dripping wet and begging?”

“Dean! Please!” she shouted, pushing back against him to get any kind of friction. 

“That’s much better, baby,” he laughed wryly, resuming his punishing pace, “Come, now!”

Her orgasm crashed over her like never before, her whole body shaking with pleasure as she yelled his name in a chant. A white-hot heat coursed through her, barely able to keep her legs beneath her, his arms the only thing keeping her standing. 

“Fuck...Y/N!” 

Dean's loud moan of her name as he came was what brought her back to reality. Neither one was the dominant one when it came to sex; the role was commonly shared equally. She wasn’t sure what had brought this dominant side out in him, but she wasn't going to complain. 

His arms slowly loosened around her, allowing her to slump back over the sofa, trying to catch her breath. They both groaned in discomfort as he slid himself out of her, their combined juices running down her inner thighs. 

“Oh, God…” she whimpered, barely able to stand back up. 

“Shit! Y/N, baby, I'm sorry! Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” Dean questioned her, worry evident on his face, “I don't know what came over me. If it made you uncomfortable I won’t do it again,”

“Dean, calm down. I'm fine, just wasn't expecting that, to be honest,” she chuckled. 

“Are you sure I didn't hurt you? I'd never forgive myself if I did,” he mumbled, hanging his head. 

“Hey, look at me. Do you really think I wouldn't say anything if you were doing something I didn't like? Stop worrying, babe,” she sighed, standing on her toes to kiss him. 

“Okay. How does a nap sound? I'm a little tired after that,” he laughed, kissing her on the nose. 

“Sounds great! Meet you there in five minutes?” 

“I’ll be waiting, beautiful,” he smiled, kissing her one more time before heading up the stairs to their room. 

She watched as he walked up the stairs, smiling at the sight before her. Shaking her head with a giggle, she walked around gathering their clothes before she joined him upstairs. After the clothes were piled in her arms, she stopped to look around, a happy sigh leaving her lips. If anyone would’ve told her a few years ago that she would be standing in the living room of a house she was going to share with Dean, she would’ve laughed in their face. But, here she was, in the first home that she owned with the love of her life and the happiest she had been in a very long time. 

Once she reached the top of the stairs, she turned left for their room, holding back a laugh when she walked through the door. Dean was laid spread eagle on the bed, already snoring. She had always wondered how men could just fall asleep so fast. It took her what felt like a decade to succumb, having to contemplate her entire life in her head every night before sleep ever came to her. Tossing the garments she was carrying in the corner, she made her way to the bed and climbed in beside him, turning her back to him and pulling the blankets up to her chin. 

As she began to relax and drift into sleep, she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist, pulling her back against him. She smiled as he nuzzled his face into her hair, placing a kiss right behind her ear, his hand splayed across her lower belly. Warm and comfortable in his hold, she was fastly giving in to slumber, but the words that left his lips made her eyes spring open wide. 

“Let’s have a baby,”

She spun around in bed, shock clearly evident on her face. Her mouth opened and shut, but the words wouldn’t come to her. What had brought this on, and so suddenly? They were getting ready to leave on tour, they weren’t married yet, and he wanted a baby? There were a lot of things that she wanted to say, but all she could do is question him. 

“What did you just say?” 

“I want a baby, YN. I want to have a baby with you. I want a family,” he whispered. Seeing the expression on her face had made him almost regret bringing it up, but he wasn’t going to drop it now. 

“A baby? Dean, we aren’t married yet. We’re getting ready to leave on tour, and we just bought this house..”

“Then let’s go get married!” he beamed at her, wanting nothing more than her to be his wife. 

“It’s not that simple…” she sighed. 

“Do you not want to get married anymore?” he asked, pulling away from her and sitting up, his feelings hurt, “Am I not what you want? Just be honest with me, Y/N!” 

“Dean, you know that’s not true!” she exclaimed, sitting up herself to face him. 

“Do I? I just told you I wanted to start a family with you, and you looked like I asked you to go skydiving without a parachute! Would it really be that horrible to have a baby with me? Hell, you didn’t even seem like you wanted to go get married when I mentioned it!” he was shouting, tears brimming his eyes at what he thought was rejection of his idea of getting married and having kids with him. 

“I never said that. Of course, I want to marry you! It’s just...you caught me off guard with the baby thing. It was all of a sudden…” she was saying before he interrupted her. 

“No, it isn’t, not for me anyway. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. I love you, Freddie. I want to marry you, have a family with you, spend the rest of my days growing old with you. I’m not getting any younger, baby. I’ll be twenty-eight in a couple weeks, and I don’t want to wait much longer to start our future together,” he said, his voice quivering with the raw emotions he was feeling. 

“I-I...it’s a big responsibility to have a baby. What if I’m not a good mother?” she said so quietly he almost didn’t hear her, but he did, and it broke his heart. 

“Is that what you’re worried about? That you won’t be a good mom?” 

She looked at him for a moment, trying to find the words to tell him that she would want nothing more than to start a family with him, but she was terrified. How were they supposed to manage to raise a family while on the road? The words were still escaping her, so she just nodded her head as a tear fell down her cheek. 

“Oh, sweetheart, you’ll be an amazing mom! Just imagine, a little girl, your smile, your eyes, my freckles…” 

“A girl, huh?” she couldn’t help but chuckle at him. 

“Of course! Our first kid will be a girl, and she’ll look just like you,” he beamed, his smile infectious. 

“What if it’s a boy?” she asked with a laugh. 

“Nope, definitely a girl. I know these things, sweetheart,” he winked, causing her to laugh even harder. 

“So…” she sighed, “A baby? Are you sure? Don’t you want to be married first?” 

“I know that you are my forever, Y/N, and I know that we’re getting married eventually. Is it really that big of a deal if we have a baby before? So, what’d ya say?” he asked, holding his breath for her answer. 

She studied his face for a minute, wanting to make sure he was serious. This was a big decision, and she had to be positive that it’s what he wanted. But, she couldn’t find any trace of hesitation or doubt, just love, and adoration in his eyes. With a smile, she nodded her head, letting him know she was on board. The elation and joy on his face would forever be etched in her memory as he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her like she was the only woman in the world. And to him, she was. 

“Really, sweetheart? We’re going to have a baby?!” he asked, smiling from ear to ear. 

“Well, not tomorrow,” she laughed when he gave her a bitch face, “but yeah, we can start working on a family,” 

“Baby! Other than when you said you’d marry me, you’ve just made me the happiest man on earth, sweetheart. I love you so damn much,” 

“I love you too, so much,” 

Dean was beaming. He was finally going to have everything he wanted. Life couldn’t get any better than this. He had his girl, a now successful music career, and they were going to start a family. How had a man like him ever gotten so lucky? How had a woman as beautiful and caring as Y/N ever given him the time of day? He had always wondered what she saw in him, but he would always thank whatever higher power had brought her into his life. Because no matter what, he knew that he was meant to be hers, as she was meant to be his. 

The next week had flown by. Y/N and Dean had finally gotten their things unpacked and where they belonged and had finalized their plans for starting their family. She wanted to wait until they got on tour and see how smooth it would go before she stopped her birth control. Dean wasn’t that happy with the idea initially but had agreed, knowing that waiting another month or so wasn’t that big of a deal. Besides, she was the one who would be doing all the sacrificing as far as bringing a child into the world goes, and he wanted her to be as comfortable with it as she could. 

They had also decided to keep it to themselves, letting the family know when the pregnancy actually happened. There was no need to include them yet, especially knowing that they would drive Y/N and Dean crazy, wanting to see if it had happened yet. It would be less stressful to keep it a secret between the two of them. With the tour starting in just a few days, they didn’t need any extra stress. 

That’s what had them where they were now, sitting in Nick’s office, waiting for him so they could finalize the details and the people that would be their crew on the road. They were all excited to get on tour and start performing their new music for the fans, but Y/N still couldn’t shake the feeling something would go wrong. She was chewing on her bottom lip, one of her tells for when she was nervous, but Dean could see it before she ever pulled her lip between her teeth. 

“Please relax, baby. I know you’re nervous, but it will all be okay,” he whispered, placing his hand on her cheek, pulling her lip free with his thumb. 

“You don’t know that!” she exclaimed, her leg beginning to bounce with nervousness, “What if it all goes wrong?” 

“Then we will deal with it... together,” he smiled, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. 

She opened her mouth to argue with him but was interrupted when the office door opened, Nick walking into the room with Charlie behind him, a bright smile on her face. Y/N had to admit that seeing Charlie made her nerves ease a little. She and the feisty red-head had become friends while recording their album, as her infectious personality always made Y/N smile. Seeing the smile on Charlie’s face made Y/N have a small glimmer of hope that the tour may actually work out okay. 

“Hey, guys,” Nick greeted them, sitting behind his desk, “Let’s get down to business, so we don’t have to keep you here any longer than necessary. I know you’ll have a lot to do to get ready to leave. As you’ve noticed, Charlie is here, as she will be your sound engineer on the road, personally asking for the job,” 

“Really?” Y/N asked with a smile, “You’ll be going on tour with us?”

“Yep! This album is absolutely bomb, and I wanted to be there myself to make sure that the sound was right before every show!” Charlie laughed, seeing the excitement on all their faces. 

“Have you already hired the crew that will be setting up the shows?” Cas asked. 

“Yes, that’s all been settled,” Nick stated. 

“Well, all that’s left would be the tour manager, right?” Sam’s question made them all nod in agreement. 

“Yeah, who is that going to be anyway?” Dean asked, looking at Nick, waiting on an answer. 

As if it was orchestrated, the door to the office opened. Everyone turned in their seats to see who was coming into the room. An audible gasp was heard, but Y/N didn’t deter her eyes from who was standing there, a smirk on their face. 

Lisa

“No need for introductions, as you’ve met before, but Lisa will be the tour manager for the band,” Nick said, everyone’s jaw’s hanging in shock, minus Y/N’s. Hers was clenched in anger. 

“No! Absolutely not! She’s not going on tour with us!” Y/N shouted, jumping from her seat to glare at Nick. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but you have no say in this decision,” he smirked, making her even more livid. 

“Yes, I do! I have a say in who I have to be around for months on the road!” she was still shouting, anger washing over her in waves. 

“No, you really don’t,” Lisa chuckled wryly, “Guess you should’ve waited on a lawyer to look over your contract before you signed it. The record company has the right to make all decisions for the band when it comes to the album,” 

“If this is going to be a problem, Y/N, I can cancel the tour, and we can end the contract. After you pay back the advance, of course,” Nick told her, a small look of amusement on his features. 

“Sweetheart…” Dean’s voice broke the trance she was in, looking over to see him reaching for her, “Let’s walk out in the hallway and talk for a minute,” 

She looked at her bandmates, the ones who had been there for her, who stood behind her for over a decade. They had made many sacrifices for her in that time, and what kind of person would she be to end everything they had worked so hard for, and all because she was jealous? She couldn’t do that to them, not even if it meant she would be miserable for the whole tour. With a heavy sigh, she shook her head, looking at them one last time before she turned to Nick. 

“Fine, but she will be on her own bus. Our bus is for us, and only us,” she said, motioning her hand to her band. 

“That was already the plan,” Nick stated. 

“Y/N…” 

“No, Dean. It’s fine. Let’s go home and start getting ready to leave. We still have a lot to do,” she said through gritted teeth, not waiting for anyone to answer her before walking out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her. 

“Sweetheart, please talk to me. You’ve been silent since we left the record company,” Dean pleaded with her as they walked through the door to their home. 

“What do you want me to say, Dean?! That we were stupid when we signed the contract before having an attorney look at it? Or that the woman who is hell-bent on getting in your pants is now our god damn tour manager and will be with us on tour every fucking day?!” she screamed, no longer to keep her anger inside. 

“And how is that my fault?! You’re taking this shit out on me, and I haven’t done a damn thing!” he shouted back, his frustration boiling over as well. 

“Haven’t done anything? Are you serious?! Maybe if you had put her in her place in the very beginning, she would’ve gotten the picture and wouldn’t still be trying to fuck my fiancee!” she was seething, not even noticing the look of heartbreak on Dean’s face. 

“How many times do I have to apologize to you? I’ve said I’m sorry over and over, and it’s obvious you haven’t let it go. Y/N, I can’t keep begging for your forgiveness. I’ve tried to show you in every way possible that you are the only woman I want, but I guess that’s not enough for you, is it? I’ve done everything I know to do! What do you want from me?! Fuck!” he shouted, punching the wall. 

“Dean…” she whispered in a shaky voice. She knew she had gone too far. 

“No! Just...don’t, okay? I need to be alone. I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight,” 

“De, please,” she whispered, reaching out for him. 

He didn’t say a word, dodging her hand as he walked past her and up the stairs, leaving her standing there. Hearing the door to the guest room slam, her body began to tremble, sobs escaping her lips as she collapsed to the floor. Why did she have to say that? Why couldn’t she get past her insecurities and jealousy and believe him when he said she was the only one for him? 

Once behind the closed door of the guest room, Dean broke. He could hear her sobs but couldn’t bring himself to turn around and go to her, hurting too bad as well. He knew he had messed up when the Lisa situation had started, but he had gone out of his way to show her that she was all he ever wanted, the only woman he would ever love. Why didn’t she trust him? It broke his heart knowing that the woman he adored couldn’t believe in him enough to know he would never do anything like that to her. 

He threw himself down on the bed, wrapping his arms around one of the pillows, letting the sobs he’d been trying to hold back free. He had finally let her knock down all the walls he had built around his heart, let her in completely, and he didn’t regret that because he had never been as happy in his life as he was when he was with her. But, that also meant that her harsh words hurt him more than anything anyone else said ever could. Burying his face in the pillow, he cried, just wishing that one day, she would finally see just what she meant to him. 

He had cried for what seemed like an eternity when he heard the door open and then shut softly. He was silent, waiting to see if she would say anything. The silence continued until he felt the bed dip behind him, her arm reaching over him as she slowly curled up against his back. 

“I’m so sorry,” 

That’s all she could say before the sobs overtook her again. Dean’s heart sank as he felt her tears soak through his shirt as she clung to him. He hated to see her this way. No matter how much she had hurt his feelings, this was worse. He turned over, pulling her to his chest, still not speaking but holding her in his arms to let her know he was there and she would be okay. 

“I’m sorry,” she said again once she had calmed down a little more. 

“I know,” 

“Dean, don’t. There was no excuse for what I said and how I acted. Please don’t act like it’s okay because that makes me feel worse,” she sniffled, burying her face deeper into him.

“It wasn’t okay, Y/N,” he said, making her look up at him, guilt all over her face, “but I get it. It’s not an excuse, but I know how being insecure messes with your head,” 

“How did you know that’s what it is?” she asked, leaning upon her elbow to look him in the eye. 

“Really, sweetheart? I’m Dean Winchester, the king of insecurities,” he chuckled, “Just promise me something?” 

“What?” 

“That from now on, you’ll try to believe me when I tell you that you’re it for me. I don’t care who tries, baby, no other woman will ever hold a candle to you,” he sighed, kissing the top of her head, “So, please, can you try to trust me?”

“I promise, I’ll try to do better, and I do trust you, babe. I really do! I just worry sometimes that you’ll realize you can do so much better,” 

“Stop! No! I don’t want to hear any of that. I have exactly who I want, and you are going to have to accept that!” he growled, hating when she was so down on herself. 

“But…”

“No buts, Y/N. Do you think I would’ve asked you to marry me and be the mother of my kids if I was a thousand percent sure you’re the one I want?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. 

“I guess you’re right,” she sighed. 

“Wait! Say that again!” he shouted, reaching into his pocket. 

“What? What are you doing?” 

“You said I was right! I wanted you to repeat it so I could get it on video as proof cause I’ll probably never hear it again!” he exclaimed, laughing when she swatted his chest. 

“De…” she groaned, rolling her eyes, feigning frustration when all she wanted to do was smile. 

“Okay, okay, I won’t make you repeat it, but will you remember you said it next time you want to think that you’re not my entire world, my everything?” 

“I promise,” 

She couldn’t contain her smile as he leaned down to kiss her, his soft lips never ceasing to take her breath away. He pecked her lips a few more times, then her nose, her forehead, and then the crown of her head, both sighing in relief that they were back in each other’s arms where they were supposed to be. They both knew they had things they needed to work on to try and make the relationship stronger, and as long as they were trying together, there wasn’t anything that could stop them. Or at least Y/N hoped so...

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Royally Savage

Ivar x Princess! Reader (Modern AU)

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

It’s been a long time I know, and this is... kind of... not the best that I could come up with... but I have been slowly coming up with more and more ideas (I have one half-written, although I am probably going to involve a few new characters).

But I wrote this for @youbloodymadgenius​, since she was nice enough to buy me a few ko-fis and I felt like this is just the least that I could do to return the favor!

I hope you’ll like this!

And if anybody is wondering: this is indeed a continuation to ‘Royally Screwed’!

As always, if you like/want to see more content, don’t forget to share your feedback through either comments or writing something in the reblog option.

SUMMARY: Galas can be insidious shits for sure.

WORDS: 1,9 K

WARNINGS: Incorrect Royal Etiquette, Ableist Insults, People Being Stuck Up, Slight Dirty Talk (do not read it at work...).

Life as the soon-to-be-prince of a small country wasn’t as easy as all those princess movies made it seem.

Even more when your legs weren’t properly working.

A way that (Y/N) had to say that he was ‘a fucking pathetic cripple’.

Not that he even thought that his princess was able to say and utter those words.

She wasn’t certainly completely unknowing of all the curse words of the world, and in fact, she could probably curse in five different languages, but he doubted that she had enough cruelty to properly do it.

But that night she had proved him wrong.

That same night when he was boring himself to death, straining his new braces, to stand up and welcome the guests at the charity ball her father had organized a month before their wedding, suggesting they took this as a ‘way to warm up before the marriage, understanding what a public marriage might entail’.

Which was a way to get Ivar to understand that he wasn’t just made for all of this.

And that he should have left his sole daughter and heir to the throne, alone.

Except he was stubborn but (Y/N) was even more stubborn.

But she was still standing beside him, smiling at the thousandth guest with an unfaltering smile in some kind of horrid nightmare of organza that felt too heavy to carry around and Ivar had a few doubts that she would have been able to properly sat down in a chair.

And that sight never failed to remind him that it was all worth it.

That his princess was definitely worth it and her father could just go to hell, alongside everybody who said that they just wouldn’t have made it.

“… we have just a few more” muttered softly (Y/N), as she finally noticed the death stare with which Ivar had welcomed the sleazy guest that had dared to send a slight look at your cleavage, quite more conservative but yet…

… creeps were everywhere.

“… hold on, sweetheart”.

He felt himself melt inside so deeply that he couldn’t help but shiver lightly and when she backed up her soft look with a smile, he felt his heart speeding up in a way that he wouldn’t have thought possible a long time ago.

But now it happened daily.

“Believe me, I could stand another thousandth more” he shot back, as he puffed his chest, making her laugh loudly, a bit snoring in that adorable way that was completely and utterly not-princessy like.

The side that he had helped you develop, before they had both chosen to go back to her native country.

“… but that doesn’t mean that you should” she mumbled, before lightly raising the monstrosity she called ‘gala dress’, scandalously showing him her beautiful ankles and the pointy high heels she was wearing “… and also I just want to personally sit down, these traps are killing me”.

“I’ll massage your feet if we manage to get through the next five guests” he promised her, making her smirk softly, as she pushed the dress down and turned with a bright and renewed smirk on her face, gently linking their arms at the elbows and leaning in for what looked like a chaste kiss, but appeared to be more.

“… or I could keep them on for a little bit more…” she mumbled deviously and for somebody who knew the perfect and utter etiquette, she dared on continuing deviously “… meanwhile we are in bed… together”.

“Don’t give me these suggestions, if you want to get some sleep tonight”.

“… oh I am trembling already…” she shot back with a fake higher pitch, but moved a bit further away from him to welcome softly an older couples which called her by a sweet nickname, and although she was extremely polite, Ivar knew that by her glance…

… she had no clue who they truly were.

And he couldn’t blame her.

On his first social outings there he had been introduced to more people than he could ever remember…

But who truly seemed to trouble his princess was the man that came forward after the older couple, in an elegant smoking that suited him like a second skin, bringing out the perfectness of his healthy body and he had something royal just to look at.

An obvious show of dominance in his movements, as he puffed his chest forward as if he was some kind of bird trying to court ‘his princess’.

He was used to boys swooning onto her in America, with her pretty accent and the elegant touch you always had even in your club clothes.

But she just had that melting look for him and he never felt like she might change him for a cooler version of himself.

And neither should have this dude.

And yet the slight light of recognition in (Y/N)’s eyes was bright.

“… (Y/N)” he didn’t mutter her title and with the way her eyes reciprocated the glint in his eyes, although with a more casual and calmer note, he didn’t need to.

“… it has been a long time since I last saw you. You went to America and… poof you disappeared”.

His English was perfect and tasted of many schools spent to make it perfect till he managed to sound like he came straight from Oxford.

“I just lost the sense of time, there” her words were cordial, although cheerful and with the way your whole pose tightened itself in the ‘pretty princess’ ‘ one matched with a look of pure cordial coldness “… too much fun and too many programs”.

And Ivar knew that she wasn’t in the slightest at ease.

“I wonder why” his tone instead was a calculated cheerfulness that reeked of royal fakeness.

He definitely didn’t like this guy.

“… when I went there, I just saw badly-dressed people with horrible manners” and he shot Ivar a look as if to say that he should have taken offense to what he said.

And he wasn’t in the slightest sorry for making him feel that way.

Honestly, Ivar wouldn’t have felt sorry for throwing a punch on his way.

“Are you sure that you visited the right part of America?” (Y/N)’s tone was politely saying ‘fuck you’ and the beautiful royally looking man seemed to take it personally with a light scoff that he matched with a smaller smile “… I found it quite interesting and very useful to understand many things”.

And with ‘many things’ she turned to look to Ivar, with those love-sick eyes that he knew he returned whenever they were together and he felt the need to hold her close, gently cuddling her to his chest.

She had discovered that America was interesting, meanwhile he had started believing in love.

The gesture of turning to Ivar, brought him immediately in the conversation which meant that he had to also endure his fakest smirk towards the royally scorned man and gently offered him his hand.

It wasn’t proper etiquette but as (Y/N) had explained to him, charity galas, even more the ones that were opened to celebrities all over the world, were more relaxed occasions, allowing for less formal etiquettes.

But the stuck-up idiot ignored it.

Well, he was definitely being ruder.

And (Y/N) bumped in.

“Might I present you my fiancé, Ivar Lothbrock?” she presented him softly, as she moved to hold onto his arm to make even clear their relationship, which Ivar enjoyed immensely, since he was a little touch-starved…

… just a tad.

“… this is Reginald III Montwald, he is a duke of my kingdom” everything in her words was meant to undermine him.

To keep that pure male arrogance in check.

“I actually… I actually have to say that I am far more than a duke, owning a few lands all over the world…” he was fighting and trying to attract somehow Ivar’s princess’ attention, not that she even was tempted to fall in it.

Honestly (Y/N) looked bored, but she didn’t hold back.

“I thought that you had been prohibited from using those possessions, since they belong to another side of your family”.

She had managed to hit a sore point and Ivar had to hide a small smirk in your neck as he gently moved to give it a small kiss, to give her a bit of his own courage and to thank her for the exciting show.

It was scandalously wrong for them to be so all over each other in public, but he honestly couldn’t care less.

It made him feel damnably good to know that she’d choose him over and over again.

And then Reginald Mont-I-Have-Something-Up-My-Ass hit a sore point as well.

“I also didn’t think that you’d dump me for a cripple”.

Ivar was kind of used to the whole ‘cripple’ thing.

It wasn’t anything that he could hide, and he had collected quite a few annoying nicknames over the course of the years that he had passed in his wheelchair and later on in his braces and crutches.

He had a few favorites.

Certainly, because in the end there wasn’t much that he could do, aside from letting it pass through him.

The bad taste in his mouth still lingered.

But with (Y/N) by his side, he felt like it was just an aftertaste.

And her lips always had a better taste.

Aside from punching people.

Not in front of (Y/N), still.

Also because she honestly looked like she might punch Reginald in the face.

The royally asshole was looking at them both with a smirk that expressed how much satisfaction he felt at the ignorant statement he had just muttered, as if he should have been proud of his idiotic humor.

And (Y/N) wasn’t pleased with it.

Maybe pissed even more than Ivar who was used to it.

“… I dumped you because you were a fucktard who couldn’t even move his ass to pour himself a glass of water without asking for his ‘servants’, as if we are back in Victorian England and not in fucking 1998”.

Her tone was meant not to attract anybody, but it cut right into whatever little dignity Reginald still held up.

“… and there are a few million reasons that I am sure that the medias would love to pick onto, wouldn’t they?” and she turned to the reporter that was basically waiting for her time to shine, a bit bored in a small gala where everything was going ‘oh so well’.

She would have been happy to have an excuse to talk about the drama that was slowly unfolding.

Reginald did try to hold up and say something to fight back.

But (Y/N) disregarded him completely turning away from him, as her hold onto Ivar’s arm became tighter and her soon-to-be-princess swore that he stood taller with the renewed pride he felt at his beloved’s fierce behavior.

Her father had had a million doubts about them, and Ivar would be lying if he said that he didn’t share a few, because (Y/N) was out of this world.

A damn princess.

And he wanted him, a pathetic idiot with anger issues.

But he’d be damned if he didn’t say how much all her love was starting to convince that maybe… just maybe he was worth of her grace.

In any other occasion he wouldn’t have been happy of having been babied like that.

But right now, he felt like he was on top of the world.

And he was definitely going to make (Y/N) keep those pretty pumps in bed.

And use that smart tongue onto him.

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Kinktober Day 23: Size Kink

Helen was small. It was one of the first things John noticed about her. She was a little under average height and he was certain he could lift her with one hand but she had this way about her. She was small, but she stood like a giant.

And it wasn’t just the heels that graced her feet whenever she left the house, or the posture of someone who wasn’t going to take your shit. It was in her attitude. The way she refused to let herself be threatened or intimidated by anyone. 

She was a strange juxtaposition of kind-hearted but taking no shit.

Small, yet fierce.

He was enamoured before he even knew her name.

But he learned her name. He learned where she went to school and what her first car was. He learned about her family and her hobbies and the way she took her coffee.

Once he had learned all that, he introduced himself. And then he learned it all again.

She was wonderful. Clever but naive. Sweet but commanding. The most delightful contradiction John Wick had ever encountered in his life.

And John wanted to tear her apart.

He thought about it often.

In the morning when he woke up hard and leaking, imagining her face contorted in pain and pleasure, writhing beneath him.

He thought about her in the shower, on her knees, her face turning blue as he choked her on his length.

He thought about her getting dressed, imagining a hundred other uses for clothing as he fastened his belt and knotted his tie.

He thought about it on his morning commute, the way her screams would echo around the interior of the car. The way the vehicle would shake with every thrust of his hips.

He thought about it when he was working, plunging a knife into a stranger’s chest. For the first time in his life, John understood the sexual aspect of killing. He understood why killers preferred knives, not for the sake of silence in action, but for the feeling of ripping into another.

He thought about it when he ate, tearing his teeth through a meal. Tasting the sweetness of the wine served with dinner.

He thought about it while they talked, forcing himself not to appear lecherous as he took in the cut of her dress and the way her legs looked in her high-heeled shoes.

John Wick wanted to tear her apart.

And he hated himself for it.

But she really was little compared to him. He wondered, listening to her as she told him about her week, if he would be able to see himself moving inside her.

She is in his arms now, as they sit together on the couch in her tiny house, idly listening to the television. Her head rests on his shoulder and her hand has just moved to rest on his thigh.

They haven’t had sex, not yet.

He’s been taking it slow, for both their sakes. She knows what he does and that hasn't scared her off yet but he was reluctant to move things along. He knew once he had her, he wasn’t going to let her go. And the more time when by, the less sure he was that he could keep things gentle with his sweet Helen.

Her hand creeps up further and John swallows.

Helen makes him feel torn.

Between her and his job. Between his life of being evil and bad and leaving it all behind to be good. Between killing and domesticity.

Helen makes him feel torn.

No wonder he feels the urge to tear her apart just as badly.

Her hand inches over, almost tentatively. His pretty girl has no idea how close she is coming to breaking him with just a touch.

John inhales. She’s inches away and he knows she can see how hard he is. Knows she can feel how tight his pants have become just by being in her presence.

And she is too good for him.

If he were a good man, John would tell her to stop.

If he were a good man, John would have never let it get this far to begin with. He never would have started anything with her. 

But, he decides, he’s not a good man.

He never has been and he’s not entirely sure that even Helen could turn him into one.

John places his hand on top of Helen’s and moves it over to rest on the bulge of his pants.

Helen bites her lip and gently squeezes.

His nails dig into her hand and he there’s a sharp intake of breath. 

“Is this okay?” She asks softly, rocking her palm against him.

His sweet, beautiful girl has no fucking idea just how okay it is. He answers by turning in his seat and lifting her chin. He kisses her. Hard.

The way he’s wanted to kiss her for so long. John funnels all the need and obsession and desperation that he’s felt for her into the kiss and Helen whimpers into his mouth. He yanks her up and onto his lap.

Helen meets him, taking his aggression with small, wanton sounds that just serve to make him harder. Her hands run up his chest and her fingers shake as they undo the buttons of his shirt.

He should stop this. He should tell her that he’s no good for her. That she deserves better. That she deserves a good man.

And John Wick is not a good man.

But she makes him want to be one and that twists his insides and makes him feel small and he is not small.

A strange compromise, he thinks, and manages to pull back from the kiss, scraping his teeth harshly along her bottom lip as he does.

“One chance,” He warns her, “One opportunity to walk away or I swear, Helen, I’m going to wreck you for anyone else.”

It’s all he can offer.

And Helen leans forward, still breathing heavily. “Then wreck me.”

John grabs her, hoisting her up and into the air. Her legs wrap around his hips and she continues to undo the buttons of his shirt as she kisses his neck and he carries her across the room and to the nearest empty wall.

Her back slams into it and John pushes his hips hard against her, holding her in place as he rips her shirt off and over her head. Helen pushes his back and John tosses it to the side. Her bra comes off next and he makes no note of where it ends up as he sets her down long enough to kick off his pants while tearing off hers.

The moment she is naked, John drops to his knees. He uses an arm, raised above his head, to pin her waist to the wall while he teases her clit with his tongue. He teases her opening with his fingers before sliding one in. She clenches around him and fuck, she’s tight on a single digit. He wonders if she’ll even be able to take him.

Stupid thought, he decides. He’ll make her take him. If he can’t get her wet enough, he’ll make her switch places. Drop to her knees and coat his length in her spit.

He throbs in need as he licks at her clit again, moving his first finger in and out of her as Helen whines.

He takes it out and does the same with his middle finger, soaking it completely before he tries both fingers together. 

Helen’s hips jolt as they sink as far as his fingers will go. He rubs his fingers around, searching for the spot that will make her lose her mind. He finds it quickly and simultaneously presses her G-spot while sucking at her clit.

His beautiful, sweet, little Helen swears.

John can’t help but think he is corrupting her and he is so okay with that thought that it scares him a bit.

“Fuck me, John!” She begs, clenching around his fingers.

He’s so fucking tempted to stop trying to prepare her and to just destroy her sweet, soaked cunt but it seems almost cruel.

“Gotta prepare you, little girl.” He teases, illustrating his point with a flick of his tongue to her clit. Again, her hips thrust and she whimpers needily. “Gotta make sure you can take it before I ruin you.”

“Ruin me!” She begs, her hand in his hair, trying to tug him back up, “Wreck me! Please, just don’t make me wait!”

“Oh sweet girl,” He shoves a third finger inside her without any preparation and she chokes on a scream, “You think you can handle me?”

“Please, John! Fuck me, please! Break me! Tear me fucking apart, please!”

She’s nearly sobbing and he wonders if he can make her cry while bouncing on his cock.

She’s wet. Damn near soaked but he’s not sure it’ll be enough to make her slide down his length with ease.

John rises to his feet and she reaches for him but he catches her wrists in his hand and pushes them away. He grabs her head and pushes down, forcing her to his knees.

“Thirty seconds, baby. Thirty seconds to get my cock as wet as you can and then I’m going to take you hard and, baby, I promise you are not going to be able to walk tomorrow.”

She proves how good a girl she is quickly as she takes his cock into her mouth.

She hasn’t seen him before and he knows his size is intimidating. But his sweet girl is up for the challenge. She takes him as deep as she can but she doesn’t even manage half when she manages to fit four inches into her wet mouth.

He almost wants to laugh but he’s too turned on by the feeling of resting on her tongue as she sucks him.

She tries to take him deeper and she gags on his length, trying to push off him. But John holds her in place, her head against the wall as he rocks his hips into her, forcing her to take another two inches down her throat. It flutters against his head and John groans, rockings his hips back again.

Helen gasps for breath and takes the base of his cock. She runs her tongue up and down his length. Spit falls from her mouth, coating him. She lifts his cock up and does the same to the bottom and the other side of his cock, until he is dripping with her.

John grabs her by the hair and yanks her up, watching as she scrambles to her feet.

Wordlessly, John lifts her back up into the air, pinning her against the wall.

“I hope you’re ready, baby, because I’m going to destroy your pussy. I’m going to come inside you again and again. I’m going to mark you and ruin you and completely destroy you for anyone but me.”

Helen nods frantically, her legs wrapped already around his waist. John reaches down and angles his dick up. She did a good job, he thinks. He’s fucking soaked in her spit.

He pulls Helen down towards him. She clenches around his head and John nearly swears at the contact. Christ, she is tight. 

John rolls his hips up and sinks just a bit deeper inside her. 

“Ahhh! Fuck!” She swears and buries her face in his shoulder.

John wraps a hand around her throat and tilts her head back up, “Look at me.”

Her teeth are digging into her lip as he slowly eases her onto his length. She takes him with tiny gasps and whimpers as she sinks onto him, inch by inch until, finally, he is buried to the hilt.

John pushes her harder into the wall. “Hold tight, baby.” 

He’s only just getting started.