The music was blaring loudly from the large speakers in the gym, lights flickering back and forth between different colors of the spectrum, the smell of punch lingered in the air mixed with alcohol that some students had managed to sneak in.
(Y/N) sat on the bleachers with her head down, looking at her short and shiny black heels that were beginning to make her feet ache. Reaching down, she took them off and wiggled her toes for a moment before sighed and leaning back against the bleacher behind her.
you guys asked for part three, so TADA!! this is part of my peter & michelle headcanon, and here you can find part 1 and part 2!
michelle doesn’t bring up the day to peter right away because she just doesn’t know how
in her books, the girls always talk to their friends about boys, but michelle’s only friends are the boy and well…ned
basically, michelle is on her own for this one and since she has no other way of deciding how to handle these…feelings…she starts to do some research
the next time she’s at the bookstore she finds herself in the teen romance section and she reads a few here and there
most of them are cringe worthy and cheesy but maybe…that’s a good thing
maybe it’d be nice for peter to hold her hand and to kiss her on the forehead in central park and to just be her person
but there’s one problem
peter is spiderman, the most abnormal and most famous superhero in new york
a relationship would be the last thing on his mind, and it should be on michelle’s too
this isn’t like her, she’s reading romance novels instead of ones about the zombie apocalypse for goodness sake
but since that day in her room, peter has maintained constant communication with her
he texts her every night when he gets back from being the friendly neighborhood spiderman, and sometimes he even texts her after he saves a cat or stops a bank robbery
and not that she asked ned or anything…but peter definitely texts her more often than he texts him
peter catches on to her sudden change in reading genre’s one day at lunch when michelle finds herself reading yet another teen romance novel
he leans his head over the book to see her face, which puts them very, very close together and michelle has to remember to breathe
peter gets a confused look on his face and asks “since when do you read cute romance books?”
and michelle panics
what if he figures it out? he’s spiderman he’s not stupid
but there’s no way he could ever figure it out, but she can’t take that chance.
she slams the book down before grabbing her backpack and standing up. “god peter! it’s none of your business!” and she snatches the book and rushes off, leaving peter and ned and their shocked faces behind.
she probably just made everything worse, but she just had to get out of there.
that night, she takes all the romance books she’s collected over the last month and starts stuffing them in an old box of stuffed animals. this was stupid. there’s no way anything could ever happen with peter and she’s only falling harder and-
her phone rings
her voice cracks when she answers and she knows she’s going to cry the second she hangs up but he can’t think something is wrong, he can’t. she musters up all the courage she has and says, “hello?”
“MJ, open the window.”
she knows she can’t tell him to go away, so she hangs up and tosses the phone on her bed before going to her window and tugging the curtains back. sure enough, peter is sitting on the fire escape in his spidey suit, the mask in his hand again.
now she’s definitely going to cry.
she opens the window just a crack, just enough so they could hear each other but that she’s still keeping a wall up. literally.
“what’s up?” she tries her best to remain nonchalant. peter raises his eyebrows when she doesn’t open the window more.
“why’d you snap at me?”
“i didn’t snap at you.”
“you literally snapped your book closed. my head was right there. you literally snapped at me.” he laughs again and michelle feels the butterflies and god dammit girl pull it together
“sorry,” she shrugs. “i’m fine.”
peter leans forward and opens the window all the way, causing her to stand up off her window seat. he holds his hand out.
“what are you doing?”
“come on,” peter gives her an adorable puppy grin and she’s about to fly straight up to the moon from these butterflies in her stomach.
“…no…it’s…cold,” she tries her best to keep elaborating but peter reaches behind him and tosses a sweater at her.
“you can’t hide from me, MJ. now come on,” he looks so sincere and michelle doesn’t want to make him feel even more confused so she stuffs her feet into her converse and tugs the sweatshirt over her head. peter helps her onto the fire escape and they close the window, making sure it stays unlocked so michelle can climb back in later.
“so are we just going to talk on the fire escape or?” she asks, crossing her arms in the hoodie. though she and peter are similar heights, the hoodie feels big on her, and it’s probably since becoming spiderman peter has the muscles of a greek god in her eyes, but she’d never admit that
peter laughs again, shaking his head. “i got a better idea,” he says and he pulls her towards him, using an arm to wrap around her waist. he uses his other arm to put hers around his neck and michelle locks her hands together and she’s sure she’s shaking and she’s about to ask to forget this and go inside when suddenly peter is webbing the building across the street and they’re flying and she’s screaming and he’s laughing and it’s the most surreal feeling in the entire world
thank god she’s not scared of heights
they stop a few blocks over on a rooftop and peter makes sure she’s on her feet before he lets her go and now she’s definitely shaking but this is so cool
“the empire state building!” she points in the distance. “hey, you climbed pretty well in DC i bet you could do that.”
“i’ll pass,” peter shakes his head. they end up sitting close together, it’s not cold outside but it’s not warm either and michelle really wants to put her head on his shoulder but instead she settles for making sweater paws from his hoodie.
“you know, every time i save someone, i don’t even know who they are,” he starts talking out of the blue. “and every time i find myself thinking, ‘thank god it’s not aunt may or ned.” michelle nods, because it’s obviously ned and aunt may are the two most important people in his life.
“and then lately, i started to think…” he trails off and michelle nudges his foot with hers.
“think what?” but he shakes his head so she kicks his foot harder and he kicks back and eventually after going back and forth michelle swings her legs over his just so he stops kicking her.
that’s the only reason. she swears. they’re next to each other, her legs across his, and she doesn’t want to pressure peter because she knows he’ll say liz. liz has been gone for a year, she finished high school in oregon and moved to school in california but peter adored her. it had to be her. or maybe tony stark. or maybe even flash? he’s annoying but who knows maybe even-
“i started to think thank god it wasn’t you,” peter finally says and michelle whips her head around so fast her glasses nearly get knocked off.
“the hardest part about all of this is that i’m terrified something will happen to the people i care about. that the bad guys will try to hurt you to get to me.”
“peter,” she starts, but he shakes his head. he’s clearly on a rant now.
“and i hate it because god if something happened to ned, or may, or you, i couldn’t live with that. i couldn’t live without you,” he’s staring at her now, and his eyes are so sincere and the moonlight is right on them like how it’s described in her cheesy romance novels and suddenly she’s lacing her fingers behind his neck again
but this time it’s to pull his face to hers and she kisses him
and he kisses her back
and the butterflies are going crazy and so are the alarms in her head but all that matters is peter is kissing her and everything just feels so damn right in the world
he pulls away from her and leans his head on her shoulder and she’s still holding him and he says, “i can’t lose you,”
“you won’t,” and she knows she means it because if someone ever tried to harm peter or take him from her the world would implode she’s sure of it
peter sits up and brushes the hair behind her ear that fell out of her ponytail. “it’s too risky.”
“and? peter when have you and i ever done anything remotely normal? especially you,” she narrows her eyes and he nods because she does have a point.
he reaches across and grabs her hand. “just…don’t leave me. please?”
she’s never been so sure of anything in her life when she goes to kiss him again, but before she does she tells him “never.”
and when peter drops her back off and helps her through the window, he says goodnight and kisses her on the forehead.
and after he’s gone, michelle takes the romance books out of the box
because hey, maybe the books weren’t too cheesy after all
(A/N): YOU GUYS I LOVE PREWAR BUCKY SO MUCH (please send me more prewar requests, I’m begging you)
Request:Hey 👋🏻 ❤ So could I request a 40’s Bucky x reader?the reader is very shy and a friend of Peggy. Bucky is the ladies man. One night they all went to a party and Bucky asked the reader out as a bet she said yes and they became a couple. Bucky begins to fall in love with the reader. After a while she discovers by accident about the bet and her heart got broken. Bucky does not give up on her and tries to win her back! With a happy ending,angst and fluff!! Thank you love you 💛💙
Bucky was bored, Steve was bored but Peggy was having the time of her life. The three of them were out celebrating the end of the war, the fact they were still alive; In fact, it seemed everyone was out celebrating their win. The bar was crammed full of men and women, all dancing and drinking, having a jolly good time, everyone except Bucky and Steve. Peggy had had one too many drinks and she was content to talk the entire night away, boring both men into a light sleep. The only thing that woke them up was when Steve accidentally let his head slip out of his hands and he smacked the table, jolting both men awake. Bucky looked around in shock, before looking at Steve who was now rubbing at his red forehead. Bucky snickered softly, shaking his head but his laughter immediately died when his eyes caught something lingering at the entrance.
A young girl, around Peggy’s age, was standing at the entrance to the bar, looking rather anxious. Immediately she perked up as she looked in his direction. Bucky thought she was smiling at him but he quickly realized he was wrong when Peggy jumped up and rushed over to her to hug her.
"(Y/N), you’re here!“
"I wouldn’t miss out on the chance to see you,” She smiled gently, showcasing her beautiful smile.
Bucky looks at the two interacting for quite some time, entrance with (Y/N) but a quick tap to his shoulder quickly snapped him out of his trance.
“I’ve got a dare for you,” Steve smirks coolly as he folds his arms over his chest. “I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you go and ask her out,” Bucky looks at him, furrowing his brows.
"Okay…what’s the catch?“
"You have to date her for more than four months,”
“no,” Bucky shakes his head, folding his arms over his chest. “No way, do you know how many days that is that I’d have to go without kissing some cute blonde?” Steve chuckles, shrugging his shoulders.
“What about two hundred?” Bucky purses his lips in thought, humming softly as Peggy and (Y/N) approach the table, still talking to each other animatedly.
"Fine two hundred dollars,“ Steve chuckles as he leans back into his seat, closing his eyes once again.
"Guess you’re gonna be out of two hundred dollars in a month,"
"Whatever,” Bucky growls to Steve as Peggy and (Y/N) sit down.
"Steven, James, this (Y/N), a friend of mine,“
"Hello,” Steve answers politely, giving (Y/N) a soft smile. Bucky on the other hand was going to be more flirtatious, he did have to win a bet after all.
“Heya doll,” Bucky leans forward, smiling at (Y/N) smugly. The poor girl blushed madly, her entire face red as Bucky looked at her.
"Hi,“ (Y/N) replies quietly, her eyes glued to their hands as she does so. She was shy, Bucky loved the shy ones.
"She recently moved to Brooklyn-"
"Good choice cutie,” Bucky winked at her and Bucky swore he’d never seen a face redder than hers. It was…cute. Most women were throwing themself at his feet, batting their eyelashes and acting all sorts of sweet and innocent but for once Bucky thought he’d found a girl who actually was what all those women pretended to be. She seemed so genuinely moved by his compliments, as though no one had ever called her cute nicknames or told her how cute she was.
Oh, Bucky was going to have fun with this one.
The “party” had dragged by painfully slow, with Peggy still rambling and (Y/N) occasionally breaking the constant talking with small input here and there. Every now and then Bucky would throw a compliment her way, a ‘your hair is looking fantastic’, or maybe a little something like 'Thats one hell of a dress’. E very time he so much looked her way she ended up blushing madly but nonetheless it always brought a small smile to her rosy cheeks.
Around 10 Peggy finally crashed, quite literally too. She was slowly talking one second and then the next she was fast asleep. Steve picked her up and carried her home, leaving Bucky and (Y/N) all alone. He was of course going to walk her home, what kind of a man would he be if he didnt? And truthfully he was actually looking forward to some one on one time with (Y/N), she seemed beyond nice and Bucky wanted to get to know her more.
“(Y/N)’s a gorgeous name,” Bucky states as he walks along, hands shoved in his pockets. Even in the dim lighting of Brooklyn he could see (Y/N)’s wild blush. “And that blush is pretty cute too,” Bucky smirks as (Y/N) cracks a wide smile, hanging her head to hide jus how much of an effect his words had on her. “So (Y/N), you got a man of your own?"
"Um no,” (Y/N) whispers, cheeks burning once again.
"No?“ Bucky asks dumbfoundedly. "That’s- no- that’s not possible, how can someone like you not be datin’ anyone?” (Y/N) shrugs, her ever present smile still there.
"I’m really quiet, guess that’s not something men these days like,“
"I like it,” Bucky supplies rather quickly. “Shy gals are the cutest,"
"Seems like you’re the only man on the face of the earth who thinks like that,”
“Good,” Bucky smirks a bit, “more for me,” (Y/N) smiles, a wide toothy thing that had Bucky’s heart fluttering just a bit. “So (Y/N), I was wonderin’ if maybe you’d like to go out on a date sometime, I get if you don’t want to but you seem really nice and I’d love to get to know ya more,” (Y/N) looks at Bucky with a shocked expression, eyes wide and lips parted.
“Are- are you serious?"
"Hell yeah I’m serious,” Bucky smiles at her widely.
"You’re not lying to me?“
"No doll,” Bucky stops walking, turning to face her immediately. “I’m bein’ dead serious, I’d love to take you out for some dinner some time, maybe see a movie, go feed the ducks, whatever the hell you wanna do,” (Y/N) blushes once again but we smile is much brighter and bigger than he had ever seen it.
"I’d love that,“ Bucky sighs gratefully, internally chanting and rooting himself on. In five months he was going to have a nice stack of two hundred dollars in his hand…
Well- Bucky had fucked up
Royally, what had supposed to be nothing more than a stupid bet had quickly turned into something more. Bucky quickly realized what a gem in the rough he’d found, (Y/N) was unlike any other girl he’d ever met. She was abnormally sweet, so caring, beyond adorable, and not to mention the most hilarious person he’d ever met.
After having spent a couple of years with the military he was used to strong language, crude jokes but what he heard from (Y/N) completely topped anything he hear in the army. It was a huge surprise when one day whilst (Y/N) was cooking a meal for the two of then he quite suddenly heard a loud crash followed by (Y/N)’s feminine voice yelling a short but consice "Fuck!” Bucky didnt think he had laughed that hard in his entire life. But Bucky quickly learned that (Y/N) also had a bit of a feisty side. She was bound and determined to do everything herself, she didn’t need help doing a single thing. While most women would expect him to do everything (Y/N) would most likely punch him if he even thought about doing a single thing for her. She was different and Bucky loved that.
It didn’t take him long to realize just how screwed he was. A month of dating each other and he realized he was in love. The damn idiot had actually fallen in love. Now, it was the five month mark and Bucky was as anxious for it as he could be. He couldn’t accept Steve’s money now, not after falling in love with (Y/N) and he sure as hell had to tell her about the bet, how horrible would it be of him to not to do so? He’d be the worst boyfriend on the face of the earth but whenever he tried to he’d choke up and refuse to tell her. But now he had really done it.
He had meant to tell her that night but then things went a little….sidewards and now he was laying in (Y/N)’s bed, butt fucking naked as he held a sleeping (Y/N). Her skin was still slightly sweaty from precious activities but if he even dared pulled away she’d begin to shiver and whine in her sleep so Bucky stayed by her side, holding her as close as humanly possible.
He’d tell her later, after she woke up. He’d make her a nice breakfast (even though she’d probably beat him for it), he try to explain it as nicely as he could and hope for the best.
“Wait…” (Y/N) looks at him, her eyes brimming with tears. “Are you- are you being serious?” Her tone was meek and quiet, just like the tone she usually had around anyone but him. Bucky sighs, his stomach twisted up in knots as he nods.
"Yeah, yeah I am,“
"I was just- I was just a bet to you?” (Y/N) squeaks, her voice breaking as her tears threatened to spill over.
It physically made Bucky sick to see (Y/N) hurting, especially because of him. He’d never seen her cry and the idea that he was the cause of these fresh tears made his heart ache.
"In the beginning yes but as soon as I took you on that first date I realized that you meant more than that-“ Bucky stops when (Y/N) sniffles, a single tear rolling down her beautiful cheeks. "Doll, I promise-” Bucky reached out to wipe the tear away but his hand froze in mid air as (Y/N) abruptly stood up, tears now freely sliding down her cheeks, turned on her heel and marched to Bucky’s front door. She grabbed her jacket and hand bag, not even giving Bucky a second glance as she did so.
"(Y/N), doll, I promise it’s not like that anymore-“
"Two hundred dollars?” (Y/N) looks at him, her beautiful lips trembling. “Two hundred dollars is all I mean to you?” Bucky’s heart aches, it hurts so fucking much and all he wants to do is reach out and hold (Y/N), comfort her and convince her that she meant the world to him. But before he could even open his mouth to respond (Y/N) slammed the door shut, leaving Bucky all alone in his apartment.
Bucky immediately ran to Steve’s place, damn well knowing that Peggy was probably there as well. His fist best upon the door loudly, he panted from the exertion of running god knows how many blocks, and his eyes burned with unshed tears. Immediately the door opened, revealing a rather dishelved looking Steve.
"Buck, uh- I’m kinda busy right now-“
"Yeah, I can see that,” Bucky grumbles as he marches into Steve’s apartment, ignoring Steve’s cries not to. Bucky completely ignored the fact that Peggy was laying naked on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her body as she looked at Bucky in disappointment. “I fucked up Steve, I fucked up so bad,"
"What? What’d you do?” Steve asks as he slams the front door shut, obviously unhappy with the way things were turning out. “I told (Y/N) about the bet,”
"you- you- you fucking idiot! Why the hell would you do that?“
"I thought she deserved to know!"
"God Bucky, what kind of an idiot does something like that?”
"Wait-” Peggy raises a hand, silencing both boys. “What bet?” Both men sigh in disappointment, knowing that Peggy would beat both their asses for what they did.
"That day in the bar, the day we returned home,“
"Yes,” Peggy nods, acknowledging the memory.
"Well I told Bucky that if he could date (Y/N) for a solid five months I’d give him two hundred dollars,“ Peggy looks between the two of them, dumbfounded, and even a bit hurt. The room is silent for far too long, no one says a word as Peggy sits there brewing in her anger. Both of the boys nearly cowered in fear, waiting for Peggy to snap and bite their heads off.
"You two-” Peggy whispers quietly, “Are the biggest dicks on the face of this earth!” Peggy chucks a pillow their way, cursing both of them to hell and back. “I can’t believe you’d do that!"
"I know,” Bucky cowers in fear as Peggy continues to throw pillows. “We were stupid!"
"I ought to get up and beat you to a bloody pulp, both of you!"
"Or you can help me fix this with (Y/N)!”
"Why should I you heartless prick?“
"Because I love her, okay! I love her more than I’ve ever loved anything in this world and I can’t- I can’t lose her,” Peggy finally settles down, looking at Bucky with a now much softer gaze. “I want to fix this, I want (Y/N) to know how much I love her.” Peggy sighs softly as she readjusts her blanket, pulling it up her body a little higher.
“She’s not going to be easy to win back, she’s sensitive and she likes to hold a grudge,” Bucky nods, sighing in defeat. “But I know you can win her back James,” Peggy smiles softly, “Plus with a little help from me you’ll be golden,” Bucky smiles, sighing in relief.
“Oh thank you so much Peggy, I can’t thank you enough,"
"You can thank me by getting out of here, I’ll come buy Tommorrow to figure something out, okay?” Bucky nods as he runs a hand through his hair, gripping the strands gently.
With Peggy’s help he actually had a chance at winning (Y/N) back, there was a glimmer of hope for him. He just hoped that he hadn’t hurt (Y/N) too much, he hoped it wasn’t too late to repair what they had.
"She loves the stars,“
"Yeah, I know that Pegs,”
"I know that too,”
"She loves to read-“
"Peggy, this is all shit I already know-”
“She likes red wine too,”
“How is this going to help me at all?”
“Just combine them all together,” Peggy sighs, shaking her head. “A night under the stars, some chocolate and red wine, pick up a book for her,"
"Peggy, Brooklyn is covered in snow, how am I supposed to-”
"Stark has been working on this machine, more like a room really. Find (Y/N), tell her you’ll pick her up at six, I’ll give you directions to the place, you just show up with your stuff and I’ll have everything ready,“
Bucky was a bit reluctant to agree, after all, what if Peggy screwed him over for making the bet? But this was the best plan he had right now so he had to roll with it even if his gut feeling was telling him it was a bad idea.
Bucky rapped his knuckles against (Y/N)’s door, sighing shakily as he awaited an answer.
"Go away,” (Y/N)’s voice was soft, full of insecurity.
"(Y/N), please just open up,“
"Are you here to rub two hundred dollars in my face?”
“No, I’m here to ask you on a date-”
“a date? Are you serious?”
“Please (Y/N), just open up so I can talk to you,”
“Why should I?”
“Please (Y/N),” Bucky rests his forehead against the cold wood door, sighing as he does. “I’m beggin’ ya doll,” Bucky could hear (Y/N) sigh softly and not a moment afterwards the door swung open, revealing a rather worn down looking (Y/N). Her eyes were puffy and red from crying, her hair was a mess, and the only piece of clothing around her body was an old robe. Even now Bucky found her stunning.
“Yeah,” Bucky nods, trying to tear his eyes away from (Y/N)’s gorgeous form.
“I’ve picked some stuff up and I’ve got something special planned for us,”
“Do I have to dress up?” Bucky smiles a bit, shaking his head as he does.
“Of course not, wear whatever you want,”
“…when do we leave?”
“Six,” (Y/N) sighs, resting her head against the doorframe. “I know I hurt you,” Bucky looks at his feet, shame flooding through his system. “It was stupid to even have the bet, I shouldn’t have done that to you and I’m so sorry (Y/N)-”
“It’s okay,” (Y/N) shrugs, “Guess it was the only way someone would ever want to date me-”
“No doll,” Bucky takes a step forward to hold her, just like he usually did when she was hurting but this time he stopped himself, deciding against it. “That’s not true,”
“that’s why you dated me, right? Had it not been for the bet you wouldn’t even be with me right now, would you?”
“I don’t- I don’t know doll,” Bucky sighs, looking down to his hands once again.
“Yeah…that’s what I thought,” Both of them fall silent for a bit, just staring at the ground, each one biting back their own words and feelings, too scared to share them at such a vulnerable moment. “I’ll be ready at 5:45,” (Y/N) finally speaks, their voice so quiet Bucky had to strain to hear it. “You can come pick me up then,” Bucky nods, sighing shakily as he does,
“Sounds good,” He gave (Y/N) a gentle smile but it didn’t quite reach his eyes like it usually did. (Y/N) smiles back, mirroring his expression as she murmurs okay and gently closes the door, leaving Bucky all alone on their doorstep.
Well, she had said yes, that was a start.
As promised Bucky was there at 5:45, knocking on (Y/N)’s door gently. Immediately it swung open, revealing the girl herself and holy shit- she damn near took Bucky’s breath away. She wasn’t dressed in anything extravagant, just a simple floral dress, she didn’t even have a lick of makeup on and Bucky still thought she looked far more beautiful than any other woman he’d laid eyes on.
“You look amazing,” Bucky whispers, his eyes unashamedly raking over (Y/N)’s form. A slight blush rise to her cheeks, the same blush that made Bucky fall in love and suddenly he felt like he was on his first date all over again.
“Thank you,” (Y/N) whispers all shy and timidly, making Bucky’s heart flutter lightly.
“I uh- I’d ask to hold your hand but I think you’d break my hand if I did,” Bucky smiles sheepishly as he and (Y/N) make their way down the steps and out onto the open streets. Wordlessly (Y/N) clasps Bucky’s hand in her own, giving it a soft squeeze, a reassuring squeeze. Even when she was mad at him she could help but give into the affection, Bucky loved it. Bucky smiles happily as he guides (Y/N) along, his thumb smoothing circles into her skin as they walked along, venturing further and further away from civilization.
“Uh- you’re not taking me out here to murder me, are you?” (Y/N) chuckles nervously, looking at the abandoned streets and overpowering weeds in fear. “Of course not,” Bucky chuckles. “I’ve just got something special, that’s all,”
“Is it murder? I bet it’s murder,”
“It’s not murder,” Bucky chuckles a bit. “I promise,”
“Well, what’s in the box?” (Y/N) gestures to the small bag Bucky carried in his free hand. It was full of all the materials Peggy told him to bring, chocolate, wine, a good book all he needed was Starks facility and hopefully he was good to go…hopefully…
The place Peggy had given him the directions to was…run down to put it lightly. It was a crumbling buidling in some old lot, one that barely looked inhabitable but Bucky didnt doubt Peggy, never did and never would.
“This is the surprise?” (Y/N) asks in disbelief.
“It’s on the inside,” Bucky mutters, biting his lip as he took a few steps towards the building. He trusted Peggy, he trusted Peggy, he trusted Peggy, he trusted-
Bucky stops as he enters the building, his eyes roaming around the interior in shock. It was full of stars- not exaggerating. The entire interior was space, he could see all the planets, every star, every little speck of dust in the universe was in this room.
(Y/N) trails not too far behind, her eyes wide as she stepped in as well. If Bucky thought that was cool it became magnificent when suddenly the stars and planets began to move, orbiting as though they were actually in space.
“Bucky-” (Y/N)’s voice is quiet, full of surprise as she looks around. She trails off however as they reach out, touching a small star close to them. The thing moved to her hand, sitting there as though an actual fucking star was made to fit in her hand.
“You like stars, don’t'cha?” Bucky asks as he gently tugs (Y/N) along, to a small spot in the middle of the room. There was already a blanket there (Thanks Peggy) and Bucky sat down, pulling (Y/N) alongside him. She looked around in awe, her eyes twinkling in a way Bucky had never seen before. She looked so beatiful, so full I happiness and curiosity that Bucky wished he could just live in this moment forever, just to watch (Y/N) smiles the way she was smiling. “I also- uh- have some chocolate and wine,” Bucky pulls the two Items out, setting them down on the blanket for (Y/N) to take. “And I know you love poetry and love so-” Bucky chuckles as he pulls out some poetry book he had found at the store. It was chuck full of cheesy romance poems and he knew (Y/N) would simply eat up.
“You did all this for me?” (Y/N) asks softly, her eyes brimming with tears as she looks at Bucky. Bucky nods, smiling at her so sweetly and so lovingly he was surprised he didn’t develop diabetes.
“Yeah I did, with a little help from some friends,” (Y/N) smiles, her eyes watering even more as she pounces forward, wrapping Bucky up In a warm, tight hug.
“Thank you so much,” She whispers as she nuzzles into his neck, breathing in deeply.
Bucky wraps his arms around (Y/N)’s waist, sighing softly as he finally- finally held her. It felt so good to have her back in his arms, it had only been a few days but even that had been too much for him.
“Anything for you doll,” Bucky whispers as he kisses the tip of (Y/N)’s ear, a small action that she loved dearly. “I’m so sorry about the bet, I promise you mean so much more to me than some stupid money. The thought of hurting you the way I did makes me sick, I don’t want you to ever think I don’t love you, because I do, I love you so fucking much (Y/N) and I wish I had told you sooner,” Bucky rants as he rubs his nose against (Y/N)’s pulse point, her heartbeat soothing him slightly.
“I love you too Bucky,” (Y/N) smiles at Bucky, her cheeks now wet with tears. “I love you so much,” Without any hesitation she leans forward, connection her lips with Bucky’s.
It felt so good to be kissing her, to be able to feel her and hold her, it felt so amazing to know that she knew that he loved her, what was even better was knowing she loved him back. Bucky and (Y/N) loved each other, that’s all that mattered.
Bucky pulls (Y/N) a little closer, kisses her a little deeper, a little more passionately, a little more sensually-
“As cute as this moment is,” Howard Stark’s voice blares through the room, breaking the two lovers apart. “I’d like to remind you two not to have sex inside here, I don’t need your bodily fluids all over my experiment, thanks,”
Warnings: Bad pick-up lines (that I did not come up with), bad language, kinda dirty? Really lame. Idk?
(A/N): I have no idea why I came up with this, but I did. So, yeah. If you see a pick-up line/ dirty remark that belongs to you, message me and I´ll gladly credit you.
Summary: Seven times that you´ve flustered your teammates just for the fun of it and that one time it all backfired on you.
“It’s amazing how you don’t even have
to open your mouth to give me a headache, Stark.”
Wanda sighs, burying her head in her hands
at the kitchen aisle as the brunette steps into the room with a loud whistle
and a teasing smirk at the sight of you in a sports bra and the ridiculously
expensive and, quite frankly, short shorts he got you for Christmas as a joke.
You chuckle from where you sit on the
counter by the stove, waiting for your coffee to brew as you watch the
He looks mildly offended at her statement,
but is quick to regain his cheerfulness once he catches whiff of the freshly
brewed coffee and the pancakes Clint made earlier.
“Whatever you say”
He strolls out of the kitchen once more and
she smiles, feeling your fingers as they find their way to her chin to coax her
to look up at you. Your half-lidded eyes are dark, and she feels her stomach do a flip.
“You said you have a headache?”
“Did I now?”
She quirks a delicate brow at you and you
“Did you know that sex is an utterly delightful
way to cure a headache?”
She bites back a gasp, gaze briefly
straying from your own pair of eyes to your lips before she schools her
features once more and leans back in her chair.
was not going to go down without a fight
“The training room is empty”
You waggle your eyebrows at her
suggestively, chuckling lowly at the blush that coloured her cheeks before you
decide to turn back towards the counter and pour yourself some well-deserved
Incredible speed and stamina were part of
the Super Soldier package Steve signed up for decades back, you know so much.
So, naturally, you didn’t worry much when
your target decided to make a run for it and dashed towards the nearest
And, instead of chasing after the duo, you
set into a casual stroll towards a nearby parked car, fully intend to borrow it for one hour or another.
By the time you found your partner, at the
other end of the considerably large city, he had tackled the wheezing man to
the ground and was cuffing his hands behind his back.
“Well done, Captain”
You smile at him as he shoves the male into
the back seat, grounding out a slightly breathless “You couldn’t have
driven any faster?” when he settled in the passenger seat himself.
“Why, Captain, I didn’t want to break
the law on sacred American soil.”
His groan is accompanied by him rolling his
brilliant blue eyes, a wave and a dismissive
It’s a request you comply with, yet not
before you send a charming smirk his way.
“As you desire, Captain. Although I
must say that when I leave people out of breath, it is by far more
Your coy smile and wink do nothing but
worsen the flush that spreads across his cheeks like a wildfire, the
delightful, embarrassed silence that reigns the car after that, lifting your
spirits considerably for the rest of the day.
Bruce was frustrated, his jaw in a tight
lock and his short-clipped nails digging into the palms of his hands as he
stared at the unfinished work before him.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
Your warm breath flutters across his neck
and he shivers, leaning forward slightly in a futile attempt to hide the
goosebumps that sprung up all over his arms, from you.
“I’m just frustrated that I still
can’t figure out how to solve this problem”
He points at the papers before him, sitting
still as you peer over his shoulder to inspect his notes.
“Well, I am afraid I cannot help you
with that, darling. I can however offer you some delicious coffee and
You outstretch your hand and place both the
box with the donuts and the coffee onto the table, careful not to spill any
onto his work.
As much as you loved to wander the line
between absolutely deadly and mildly dangerous on missions, even you knew that
vexing Bruce of all people was an incredibly stupid idea.
He carefully pries the box open with a
grateful nod, a smile reaching his face when he discovers his favourites
“Do you want one?”
He keeps his eyes trained on you and the
box tilted as you step closer to the table and into his line of sight, smile on
“They're best shared”
His answer is as short as it is sweet, and
you cannot help but agree as you take one.
“Some of the best things in life
Your lip twitches teasingly, your eyes
twinkling with amusement as you lean in slightly closer.
“I figured you wouldn’t take kindly to
me borrowing one of Tony’s suits to drag you out of your lab-cave to eat with
me, so I decided to bring the food to you.”
You set your trap, now you just had to wait
for a response
“I would probably tase you”
He states calmly, taking a bite
“Of all the things I partake in, darling, anything to do with electric shocks is not one of them”
You grin charmingly his way, silently
daring him to make a move and carry the conversation further.
“I’ll keep it in mind”
He laughs, nervously scratching at his
cheek while your grin only widens.
“I do, however, fancy the occasional
cuffing, if you’re keeping note of my pleasures for further use.”
You snort a laugh at his deep flush, quickly
finishing your donut and making your way out of his lab, already in search of
your next victim.
“Did you shoot someone today,
His gaze doesn’t stray from the target as
he fires, hitting bullseye with a self-satisfied smirk.
“Are you certain?”
He sends you a confused look over his
shoulder, watching the smirk on your face with furrowed brows.
“ ´Cause you hit my heart with one of
those arrows right from the moment I saw you.”
“This one sucked bad, [Y/N]!”
“Indeed, it did. Although I have to
say that I would prefer a completely different scenario where you suck.”
His barking laugh is as amused as it is flustered,
his hand reaching out to scratch at the back of his head.
“I set myself up for this one, didn’t
“Kind of, yeah.”
“This is lame…”
Tony groans, burying his head in his folded
arms while Fury sends a pointed glare his way.
“I’d rather drive a bullet through my
leg than do that!”
The billionaire points at the screen behind
the director and groans again for emphasis, while you take your chance and lean
in closer to his ear.
“I could thrill you in different ways if you desire, Stark”
He chokes on air and you smirk, ignoring
Fury’s unamused expression entirely.
“I’ve been waiting decades for you to
say that, Romanoff.”
“I need you-”
“You need me?” You lick your lips, teasingly shifting closer to
give her her desired distance.
“I swear to god, [Y/N], I will kill
She avoids her green eyes from the
lightbulb she was changing, from her position on your shoulders, and sends a
glare your way.
You meet her gaze with your steady,
unwaveringly teasing one and she finds it ridiculous how you manage to give her
a smouldering look even from your current position.
“You are no fun”
“I can be plentyfun”
She retorts half-heartedly, sliding down
your back gracefully, while you turn to regard her with darkening eyes.
“My, my, Romanoff. Is that so?”
You lean in closer, mildly surprised when
she copies the motion and meets your amused pair of [E/C] eyes.
“I can give you a show and tell later”
can play that game, huh?
You inch impossibly closer, voice
regressing into but a seductive purr.
“When you can show me just fine”
Your lips skim her earlobe and she shivers,
a blush tinting her cheeks for the friction of a second before the look of
defeat sets upon her features.
“That was kind of lame, Barnes”
You throw a water bottle his way and watch
him catch it with a small shrug of his shoulders.
“Sorry I didn’t go hard on you,
You smirk into your own bottle
“Is that the first time you had to say
He looks puzzled for a second before
realization sets in and he chuckles, deep and throatily in a way that only
brightens your already good mood.
“What do you think?”
“I think we should fix your
“Oh, is that so?”
You inch closer
“My room is nearby, James”
“Who said I need a room?”
The smirk on his face is wide and daring,
mirroring your own so perfectly you actually wonder whether you will be able to
“Part of the package, doll.”
“Mind showing me the whole package in
You let your eyes wander to his lips for
emphasis, catching a glimpse of the flush that crawls up his neck with barely
“Sorry I’m late, I didn’t want to
You sigh and settle down next to Natasha,
momentary surprised to see a smirk cross her face.
“I could have sworn that’s what you
said yesterday in Stark’s room”
You choke on the coffee you had been
nursing in your hands and face her with a disbelieving look, while Tony scoffs.
“Speak for yourself, Romanoff. If
she´d complain, she´d complain about Capsicle or his buddy. I bet those two
veterans can´t even get it up anymore.”
His crude joke is shot down by Bucky´s
“That´s brilliant coming from you, Stark!
Do I need to mention that we´ve got 80 years of practice and can literally rock
Ever so calmly you put down your cup of
coffee and reach out to cover Peter´s ears. The poor boy was but a blushing
mess by now, his current predicament going completely unnoticed by the team.
“Please, boys! I think we all know that
none of you hold a candle to me! I mean, I don´t even have to touch her!”
Wanda cuts in, smirking triumphantly at the
sputtering males. Your own cheeks flare up, Peter´s cool hands pleasant on your
burning skin when he reaches out to return the favour and cover your own ears.
“Oh, please! [Y/N] would much rather be with
someone who never misses, if you know what I mean!”
Clint chirps in with a grin, sending you a
wink over the table.
You take it as your cue to leave, dragging
a flustered Peter along and completely missing the team´s self-satisfied smirks
on your way out.
Summary: the morning after, chapter 125. Mini fic/headcanon.
Again, another mini fic/headcanon! you can read the rest of my headcanons/mini fics here, I hope you guys enjoy this ♡ let’s cry together because this is real and canon :’)
His scars tell a story.
Touka reads it with her fingers, nails softly outlining the marks tracing the shape of his bare shoulder, fingertips floating just above his skin and her touch feels so tender, so ethereal… almost as if she wasn’t touching him at all. His wounds tell a story she has learned to memorize over the years, the story of a boy with a broken heart trying to find someone willing to mend it. She can find herself on his marks as well, fingers tracing the spot she had bitten many years ago, she can read their story on his skin just by touching him, she can remember, and feel, and love… it’s all there, right in front of her.
The morning sunlight feels like golden rain caressing his features, and her hand suddenly stops when it reaches his lips, softly parted and breathing life. Her fingertip caresses his lower lip, his chin, the rosy tone of his cheekbones… Touka can’t help but smile a little, heart fluttering furiously.
“Kaneki,” she whispers.
He stays the same, with his arm under her head and the other weekly wrapped around her waist, keeping her close to him. She smiles softly, head popping up on one hand as she leans closer to his face, lips brushing his cheeks.
“Kaneki,” she repeats, her breath tickling his skin.
His eyebrows frown a little, babbling.
“Wake up,” she mutters, spreading kisses across his face, ending at the corner of his lips.
He grimaces again, readjusting the grip of his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
Touka sighs, going back to her old position and landing her gaze to the only window inside that building.
“Because,” she says, resting her head against his arm. “It’s already morning. We have to go back.”
He nods, lazily, but doesn’t make an attempt to get up or even open his eyes. He stays like that, breathing slowly, and Touka doesn’t think she has ever seen something as peaceful as this. Her hand reaches out to touch his hair, brushing it slightly, his lips drawing out a sluggish smile that makes her heart stop.
His eyes open drowsily, smiling at her, and Touka can’t help but smile back, her face burning and not because of the sun brightening the walls. Kaneki takes her hand, holding it against his cheek, letting out a deep sigh.
“Just one more minute.”
She lets him stay like this for a while until her back starts to sore and she has to sit on the floor, stretching her neck and arms, making a disgusted face. Damn floor. Her hands reach out for her shirt, undoing the buttons, and her eyes flicker when she feels Kaneki’s fingers touch her back, tracing a small pattern on her skin. So he is awake, after all. Touka takes a deep breath, trying to concentrate on what she’s doing, not being truly able to hold back the feelings that curse through her body whenever he touches her. Is it… always this way? Will it always be like this? Not that she complains, of course, but still—
“Don’t you feel uncomfortable?” she asks, putting her shirt on as she peers down at him, he has his eyes open. He’s staring at her back like she’s some kind of nude goddess. She tries to remain calm. “The floor isn’t particularly warm, you know.”
She adjusts her sleeves, leaving the shirt open, and suddenly Kaneki’s body raises from the ground. He settles by her side, yawning, and leans to rest his head against her legs in a fetal position.
“Now I’m fine,” he says, closing his eyes again. “But you are right. We should… uh, get a bed. N-Next time, I mean.”
He bites back a mischevious smile, cheeks burning brighter than the sun.
Touka stares at him in silence, she can’t breathe properly yet, probably she never will, but she smiles at knowing that she’s the only one who gets to see him this way. Smiling, sleepy, drowsily resting his head against her thighs to find warmth, wrapping an arm around her leg, desperate for the slightest of her touches.
The only one.
She’s the only one.
Touka’s hands dance through his hair, trembling softly, and she can spot a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips. They’re so close, so close, and there’s nothing around them that can tear her away from him. Not anymore, not unless she allows it. And she won’t. Not now, not ever.
The fact that he isn’t looking at her makes the whole situation less embarrassing. It makes her brave, somehow, to ask.
“Was that—“ she begins, a bit unsure. “Was that your first kiss?”
He sighs in response, eyes still closed.
“No. I’ve been practicing on random strangers for a while now,” he grins, wild hair spread all across her legs, lips smiling at the stupid joke. “Yes. That was my first kiss.”
Her heart pounds, sending shivers down her spine.
“Mine too,” her voice comes lower than usual, almost as if she’s speaking to herself, but Kaneki is not deaf to her words anymore, and he listens, every single one of them.
He smiles softly. He’s been smiling since he woke up and she suspects he will keep doing it for a while. His hand takes hers, their fingers intertwine, he keeps pretending a fake sleep and Touka allows him to stay this way a bit more, Touka and Kaneki are silent for a long while, listening to the wind, feeling their throbbing hearts through the connection of their fingers, feeling each other even with their eyes closed.
It’s not that their bodies are naked or that he’s resting against her legs, but the moment is filled with an intimacy that Touka knows she has never shared with Kaneki before. She keeps stroking his hair, fingers humming a soft lullaby against his skin. He’s awake, he’s alive between her arms, he’s alive when she leans her lips against his and brushes them slightly, when her hands rest against his chest, burning his skin; he’s alive when he sits up, staring at her mesmerizing beauty, her shirt open and poorly covering her nudity, the fabric sliding off her shoulder, exposing her collarbone and everything else that he considers being more than perfect. He holds his breath, unable to breathe, his hand reaches out to her messy morning hair, making it look even crazier. She giggles, trying to stop him, but he leans against her lips and Touka feels like this kiss will last forever.
She lets him, even if they are in a hurry and they should probably be leaving this building by now… Touka lets him, closing her eyes, offering him all that she has, all that she is. Kaneki kisses her, not caring about time or anything else as his lips travel down her neck, hands getting rid of her shirt.
Touka sighs, arms enveloping his neck once more, her heart allowing him to do whatever the hell he wants with her.
a/n: i’m sorry this took so long to post guys!! i know a lot of you have been asking for it, so it picks up where part 1 left off! thank you SO MUCH to everyone who gave this fic some MAJOR love, it literally means everything to me!!
You tapped your pen restlessly against the open textbook in front of you, your foot bouncing nervously under the table. Were you too early? Was he going to think it was weird you got here early? You had only snagged the tiny table in the corner by the window just twenty minutes ago, checking your watch. You both agreed on three o’clock, and it was now 3:15.
Warnings: Extreme Sass and Banter between Dean x Reader. Also Fluff. And some wandering hands.
A/N: This sprang from my question of, “Why don’t they just go to CVS and get a real first aid kit?” Thanks to @idreamofhazel and @inmysparetime0 for their help and @jpadjackles for the gif (i’m a mess tonight. lol)
Dean crashed through the motel room door, Sam in his wake, and Y/N close behind. They were drenched in sweat, covered in dirt, and dripping with blood. The hunt had gone just about as expected, perhaps with a few more baseball bats to the face than Dean would have liked, but it wasn’t anything the trio couldn’t handle.
Sam’s nose was bleeding, his lip and eye cut; dried blood stained his flannel and he ripped it off, retreating quickly into the bathroom. Dean collapsed onto his bed and slowly peeled off his shirt. A deep gash marred his upper arm, the flesh torn and oozing. Y/N gasped when she saw it, and ran to her duffel bag.
This is a one shot/ vignette for my This Ends Tonight story.
I can’t write this as a complete and linear story. I have been writing a lot of pieces for this in the form of vignettes or snapshots. Every one takes place with Ivar and his wife in bed at the end of a given day, recounting something that happened between them on whichever given day, It is all completely out of order but it is just what feels best for this story.
Warnings:fluff, smut, cheese, cringe, bad dialogue XD, does a Jerkin have laces? Well they do now, Ivar’s wife is a prude, Ivar can’t get it up, it’s ok though, it happens, he is totally cool with it
“You have been coming to bed so late and you aren’t sleeping Ivar. I can see that you are in pain. I wish that you would let me help you."
Ivar sat silent at the edge of the bed with his back to his wife, working at unfastening his complicated leg braces. Studying his body language, she thought that if her husband slumped his shoulders any further, gravity would take force and he might just topple head first into the floor. She couldn’t say that she wouldn’t find a small bit of enjoyment in the sight. With his hard head, it probably wouldn’t even faze the man.
It was as if he was carrying the weight of all of Norway on his back. He could try and play it off, to make excuses and blame it on the weight of his position, but one would have to be both blind and a fool to not see that he was suffering through a considerable amount of pain and doing a terrible job at trying to conceal it. It wasn’t the burden of ruling that he was shouldering, it was the burden of constant and unrelenting pain. He didn’t need to say anything, she could sense it in her own bones.
The past few weeks, whenever she would steal a glance at her husband over dinner or anytime that he thought nobody was looking, his face would often be contorted into a grimace. He had been moving slower and was obviously struggling with his crutches. Aisling wished that he would just give the damned contraptions a rest, they could only be adding to his discomfort, but she knew that Ivar was far too prideful to resort back to crawling. He had been adamant that he would never crawl in front of his people again. He wouldn’t have them looking down upon him. He was their King.
"I am fine.” he clipped, unclasping the last fastening on his right brace and letting it fall to the floor with a loud clunk before beginning on the left one. Moving onto her knees, she made her way across the bed and settled down to sit next to him. He didn’t even lift his head to acknowledge her, instead he remained concentrated on the metal buckles.
Placing a hand on her husband’s shoulder, she leaned forward and inclined her head in an attempt to meet his eyes. He flicked them towards her face, gazing at her for only a second before frowning and returning them to the task at hand.
“You are not fine, Ivar. You are hurting."
Finally slipping the wretched thing off, he blew out a long breath. Bracing his hands on the tops of his legs and using his arms as leverage to straighten out his back, he sat up and started work on removing his jerkin.
"I am in pain but it is nothing new.” he admitted, staring forward, his fingers moving deftly at the leather straps.
“If there is something I can do to help, let me do it for you. Anything.” she spoke softly. “Please. Let me.” she continued, moving her hand to rest on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Turning his head to meet her gaze, he covered her hand with his own and gave her a weak smile.
“There isn’t much that can be done to help, not anymore. It just comes when it wants to and stays for a while until it decides to go away and that is that.” he sighed, slipping out of the leather garment and crossing his arms to pull his tunic up over his head.
Indicating that the conversation was over, he gave his wife a chaste kiss and laid back into the furs. Before he could reach to pull his legs along with the rest of his body, she grabbed hold of them, one at a time, and lifted them up over the edge of the bed, setting them gently into place .To her surprise, he made no move or sound of protest.
Closing his eyes, Ivar sighed contentedly and let his head sink into the pillows. She remained seated next to him, letting a hand linger on his knee. After a few moments had passed, he opened one eye to see that his wife sat unmoved and staring at him.
“I cannot fall asleep with you staring at me like that, woman.” he grumbled. Swatting at her hand, he rolled over and pulled the covers over himself.
“Hmph. Grouch.” she mumbled, carefully climbing over his legs to get to her side of the bed.
“Mmm hmph.” he mumbled back in agreement.
Snuggling in under the firs, she turned to face her husband. She had been finding that she loved to watch him sleep, to see him at peace. To see his face relaxed and unmarred by worry or pain. Seeing him so still and content, it had become her favorite nightcap. She could fall fast into sleep, just watching him sleep.
“You’re staring again.”
“I am not.”
“Yes. You are.”
“How would you know?”
“I can feel your eyes burning into my forehead. Witch.”
“Go to sleep wife.”
“I’m not tired, not really.”
“I don’t care. Roll over and pretend then.”
“And why not?”
Ivar scoffed and finally opened his eyes. He tried to give his wife a stern look, but looking at her laying there, eyes alight with devotion, he couldn’t help but smile. He felt he didn’t deserve her love. How had he managed to win her over? He didn’t know, but somehow, he had. Pulling her into his arms he sighed and nuzzled his face into her hair. Breathing in deep, he closed his eyes again. She smelled of salt water and heather and he could not think of a smell that could be any sweeter.
“Are you happy now?” he mumbled into her hair.
“…happier, I suppose."
"What else do you want from me woman?”
“I could think of… a few different things.”
“The answer is no.”
“You don’t even know what they are.”
“If you knew, you would not deny me.”
“You still think you have me figured out, don’t you?”
“You’re not that complicated a creature.”
“I am not that stupid of a man either.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means I know what you are suggesting, you wanton thing, and I am exhausted. The answer is no.”
“I could do all the work.”
“I couldn’t get it up if I wanted to.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“I could put it in my mouth.”
“I am sure you could wife. You would enjoy it too. Probably even more than me.”
“If you shut up and go to sleep, I may allow it in the morning.”
“Liar, you will be up and out the door before sunrise.”
“Sure, but only after you service me wife.”
“I wont b-”
Opening his eyes, he grabbed her face and pulled her into a kiss to stop her incessant talking and teasing. He kissed her long and slow, running his hands leisurely up and down the backs of her thighs, he felt his wife shiver at his touch and melt into him. Her delicate hands on his neck, she moaned into his mouth so sweetly and he just couldn’t deny her any longer. He was tired and sore but his little wife was so responsive and easy to please.
He broke the kiss and laid her on her back, propped himself up on his elbow. She whimpered and tried to pull him back down to her, desperately seeking his lips again. Throwing her arms around his neck, she kissed him hungrily. When she reached down and started to untie his breaches, he caught her wrist and shook his head.
“Lay back and be still.” he whispered against her lips.
She laid back into the firs and he moved to position himself in between her thighs. Pushing her nightdress up over her hips, he grabbed a hold of her legs and lifted them up to rest on his shoulders. ”
Scoot up a little closer.“ he breathed.
He hadn’t even touched his wife yet and her little legs were already shaking and trembling.
"Is this what you want wife?”
“Mmm. God’s yes. Please.”
“You are dripping wet already, you will come fast for me, yes?”
She whined and nodded her head.
“Good girl. You know I would love to take my time, right elskan?”
"Yes, yes. I understand. Just…please.”
He blew teasingly on her sex and she cried out, bucking her hips and fisting her hands in her own hair. He laughed and wrapped his arms around her thighs.
He pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh and let his lips linger there, looking up at his wife, her head was thrown back into the pillows and she was gripping the sheets so tightly in anticipation that her knuckles where turning white.
She lifted her head and glanced down at him, her face flushed with arousal and frustration. He smirked against her thigh and she sat up on her elbows.
“Ivar! Really? Tired huh? Not too tired to torture me it seems."
"Okay. Okay. I’m sorry." he laughed, stroking her legs and smirking up at her.
“I don’t trust you, oaf." she pouted.
Ivar decided that she had had enough. Poor thing, she was dripping and throbbing for him.
He pulled her hips forward and wasted no more time. He dipped his tongue into her entrance and used his thumb to press tight little circles into her clit. Her whole body shuttered and she fell back to the mattress panting and sobbing. He slid his tongue out, licking and swirling it over her entrance before moving up and drawing her swollen clit between his lips. Using his fingers, he began pumping them in and out. Already he could sense she was close, the muscles in her legs were tensing, her hands tangling in his braids and tugging, her walls clenching around his fingers. She was gasping his name breathlessly over and over again, rolling her hips wantonly against he his face, her juices coating his lips and chin. He moaned into her cunt, he loved this. He loved tasting her. He loved hearing her sounds of pleasure. He loved bringing her that pleasure. He loved her and he knew he would never be able to get enough of her.
He suckled and flicked his tongue over her clit until she came shaking and screaming, squeezing her thighs around his neck and pulling at his hair. Just the way he wanted her to. He lay his head on her thigh and closed his eyes, waiting for her to come down, he absentmindedly stroked his hand over her hips and let his fingertips dance over her stomach.
Crawling up next to her, he pulled her into his arms and tried to kiss her but she pushed his face away and looked at him in disgust. He knew she hated that. That’s why he did it. Just to see her lip curl up at him.For old times sake.
"Oh, come on.”he laughed, pulling the covers up around them.
Summary : Reader has to tell Bruce she’s pregnant, and she doesn’t know how…
I feel like I’m just gonna write a serie of “characters’ babies”, where the reader has to tell their significant other they’re pregnant…So, boom for the Bat (and here the one I wrote for Captain America).
You had been staring at the pregnancy test for the past three hours, not knowing what to do. Two lines. Positive. Fuck. You forgot about the time you missed ONE pill, ONE time…Your guts were churning, and you were extremely stressed and scared for three reasons.
Firstly, Bruce was quite older than you, he might not feel fit to raise a child now.
Secondly, you already had four boys. When you started seriously dating Bruce, he already had Dick and Jason in his house, and you adopted them without hesitation. Then Tim came in your life, and just naturally became your son as well. And finally, Talia Al’Ghul dropped Damian…She did so almost seven years ago, and you were now whom he considered his mother.
Thirdly, and lastly, you and Bruce NEVER talked about having children of your own. You felt like you had a tacit understanding between you two that a baby just didn’t had its place in your life…
Summary: You and Seth have been playing this game for months now with neither of you truly admitting your feelings for one another. Though, now that you’ve been called up to the main roster from NXT, some things are going to have to change.
A/N: I have no idea if Seth Rollins is actually allergic to peaches or not, but like if he was, that would honestly be torture because I fricken love peaches and he’d really be missing out on the best fruit ever.
“Brought you, your favorite, regular Peach Beach with vitamin
blend and whey protein enhancers”.
“Ugh, Lopez, you are far too good to me”.
“Hey, don’t say I never gave you anything”.
Gladly, you reach for the smoothie cup placed on the table in
front of you and stick the straw between your lips. Seth Rollins - who was
always the people pleaser - stands across the table with his arms crossed over
his chest, patiently waiting for that sigh of content that always comes from
your mouth after gulping down the first sip of your favorite drink. Soon
enough, the cold liquid slides down your throat and you move the straw from
your mouth, throwing your head back, and letting out a long, satisfying
“God, I can’t believe you’re allergic to peaches, you are seriously
missing out on the best fruit”.
“Eh, I’m more of a pineapple guy myself really.”, Seth shrugs
with a growing smirk to match his teasing behavior.
“Fine! Go then, you think I’m not used to everyone leaving? I thought you were smarter than that Betty” Jughead was being excruciatingly harsh and he knew that, but right now, in this moment he couldn’t find it in himself to care
Betty physically shivered at his clipped tone, her eyes dripping thick rain drop shaped tears
“I don’t want to leave you Jughead, don’t you get that? Can’t you see I have no choice?” She was practically whimpering, begging him to tell her to stay, begging him to tell her she mattered to him.
But he didn’t
He just snorted “ listen Betty, I’m used to having no one, it’s nothing new. So don’t act like you have no choice, I’ll just go back to having no one, it makes no difference to me.” He shrugged carelessly.
“You had me!” She shouted now, startling Jughead and he took a step back at the volume of her voice , she shook her head and looked into his eyes, her red rimmed ones shining with unshed tears. “You had me” she said in something close to a whisper “you had me, and I would have done anything for you, because I love you, because I was happy to be your girlfriend, but I can’t do this anymore. I would give up anything to change it, but I can’t. Don’t you need me Jughead? Don’t you need me like I need you.” She whispered moving closer to him
He wanted to say Yes. Yes of course I need you, you’re everything to me, you can’t leave me, stay here, stay with me. But instead he ripped his eyes from hers and looked away.
“I don’t need anyone.” He vaguely heard her sob, when he glanced up she had a hand to her mouth and was grabbing her back pack from the ground
He watched her walk away, shoulders slumped and ponytail swinging, looking through the window at pops he saw Veronica grab the beautiful blonde and wrap her in her arms.
Turning around quickly he made his way home, he was about half way there when he noticed the dampness of his cheeks. “Fuck” he yelled slamming his hand into the hard metal trash can. Why couldn’t he tell her? Why couldn’t he just tell her to stay, he wanted too, it was all he wanted but he couldn’t. Images of his mother walking out the front door, hand clutched around his little sisters as he screamed, begged her to stay, don’t go! You can’t leave me!
His mother was the last woman he ever told he loved, he vowed that was it, no one was gonna have control of him like that, make him hurt that bad.
Slamming into the trailer he and his dad shared, he was surprised to find Archie lounging on his couch, balancing a basketball in his hands. “Veronica texted me, I figured you could use a friend, wanna play one on one?” Jughead smiled weakly, no matter what went down between the two, they were always there for each other, they were brothers, that would never change.
She didn’t even want to go to school, she practically begged her mother to let her take a personal day, that didn’t go over well
“Elizabeth, Cooper woman do not let men define us, and we definitely do not let them get in the way of our education. You will go to school with your head held high, besides I promised Marcy James you would tutor that brat of hers during your free period.” She threw the light blue dress at her and headed out of her bedroom.
Fixing her ponytail, and zipping her dress she looked in the mirror
Too perfect, she was too perfect and that’s why Jughead didn’t want her, why couldn’t she just be like the other girls, with their messy buns and dirty sweatpants? She ran a hand under the elastic in her hair and let a few pieces fall out and into her face. Staring at her reflection, her palms twitched and her chest felt tight, growling she re did her right pony tail pushing all the strands back into place. She couldn’t do it.
Veronica was by her door as soon as she went outside,
“Where’s Smithers?” Betty said teasingly
Veronica just rolled her eyes “walking is good for you, I have to get my cardio in somehow.“she linked her arm with Betty’s and started towards school. Halfway to school Kevin joined the group. As the trio made it to the front doors, Betty took a deep breathe closing her eyes
"Give him a chance Betty, he may surprise you.” She turned to Veronica who just squeezed her hand before walking in. Kevin pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, “I’m with you girl.”
School went by so slow she thought she was in a movie, she hadn’t seen her boyfriend.. or ex boyfriend all day. Instead of the relief she thought she would feel she actually felt more anxious, was he okay? Did he come to school? Did he get home okay last night? Her train of thought was quickly broken by the sight of Jughead looking a mess.
His Beanie was half off his head and his flannel was buttoned wrong, his eyes were bloodshot and she noticed the bright red marks on his knuckles. He caught her eyes almost instantly. The way he looked at her was so intense she had to look away, she turned on her heels and practically sprinted down the hallway. Tears taking control of her completely. No, she wouldn’t cry in front of him, not again.
He watched her run away, slamming his head into the locker, idiot he was an idiot. An idiot with too much baggage, she was better off without him.
“You okay buddy?” He recognized his red headed friends voice but kept his head against the locker. He felt Archie lean against the locker next to his. “She’s not your mom Jughead.” Jughead snapped up now standing in front of him glaring at him. “What did you say to me?”
Archie rolled his eyes
“I’m not afraid of you jug, You may not think so but I know you better than you know yourself. She loves you, she doesn’t wanna be without you, but she’s also a human being and she’s been hurt, unfortunately I’m the one who did it, that day I told her I didn’t love her, she said "I’ll never put all of my love into someone who doesn’t love me back again.” That’s why she left, she’s protecting herself.“
Jughead stared at him, holy shit. He was treating Betty the way Archie had, he didn’t even realize it, what a fucking idiot.
"I love her, I love her more than anything. I can’t..I’m gonna.” Shaking his head Jughead threw his backpack at Archie “I’ll see you later arch.. oh and .. thanks.”
Archie just watched him sprint off, laughing he swung Jugheads backpack on his other shoulder.
He found her about halfway home from school , Veronica chatting her ear off while Kevin texted someone, she still looked so broken he wanted to kick himself.
“Betty!” He called out, all three friends turned around and Veronica immediately stood in front of Betty
“Oh no way! You better take ten steps back James dean wannabe, Betty is not in the mood for anymore games.”
Kevin had his hands around Betty’s shoulder, whispering in her ear.
“I’m not playing games, Betty please, let me talk to you, green eyes I..” she just shook her head, tears springing to her eyes at the nickname.
“Leave me alone Jughead” she turned around.
“I can’t!” He called, pushing past Veronica and Kevin and standing in front of her. Betty refused to meet his eyes.
“Please” she whispered “please just leave me alone” she choked out.
“I can’t do that Betty” Jughead said back a fierce determination she had never heard caused her to look up in anger
“Why?! Why not?!”
“Because I love you!”
The distinct gasps of Veronica and Kevin went unaknowledged as Betty stared up at him
Jughead smiled, taking her cheek in his hand
“I love you Betty Cooper, I love you so much that it hurts. You found me when I lost myself, when everything was falling apart, you were there, I would have to be an idiot not to be in love with you. You were right bets, I do need you. So much.” With that he dropped his mouth to hers, taking in the familiar feeling of his home, his everything. She was everything.
She pulled away, tears falling and the brightest smile he had seen in his life. She was beautiful, he couldn’t understand how he got to love her. But he did. And he was never giving that up.
“I love you Jughead, you’ve got me, for as long as you want me.” He dropped his forehead to hers
A/N: I’m not sire how I feel about this one, but I hope you like it anyway. In which Peter is not okay with his aunt dating other guys. Enjoy!
I was about to knock on the door when it flew open and I was face to face with a very dressed up May.
“Oh hey, sweetheart!”, she greeted me and waved me inside by stepping aside and I walked in with a shy smile.
“Looking great May. Where are you off to?”, I asked her while adjusting my books and folders under my arm.
“Thank you! I have kind of a date…Is it too much? I need an opinion but Peter is mad at me and won’t talk.”,she said and I could see the glimps of sadness in her eyes which made me sympathize with her.
“You look stunning. Don’t think about Peter. He is an ass sometimes.”,I said without thinking about it and she chuckled.
“Excuse my language.”,I added while blushing and she brushed it off.
“I gotta go. Dinner’s in the fridge, learn well, don’t do anything stupid. Keep it PG.”, she said while shouldering herself into her coat and my mouth dropped.
“Wha-…”,I started but was cut off by Peter.
“You too.” Oh he didn’t.
I looked over my shoulder to see him leaning against the door frame while his arms were crossed infront of his chest and his brows were furrowed.
“Peter!”,I exclaimed but he chose to ignore me and stared at his aunt.
“Thanks Peter.”,she sighed and closed the door behind her which made me turn around and glare at him.
“I’m not going to talk about this. Let’s get to our project.”
“You’re such a shit head, Peter.”,I said while following him into his room. Even though I would have loved to beat some sense into him, I let it go because it was a family matter.
I was lying across his bed on my belly with my laptop infront of me, scrolling through websites to find information about our project. Peter was on the floor, leaning against the bed skipping through some folders. Usually our learning and studying sessions were fun. We ended up laughing or talking about other stuff, while enjoying May’s home cooked food. But today it was really silent and I assumed it was because of Peters mood. I tried a few times to make him talk but he always answered in short sentences. Or just ‘uh-huh’ or ‘sure’, which was extremly tiring so I let it go.
“Did you know that if you throw a handfull of salt into a glas of water, the water level will actually go down rather than overflowing the glass.”, I read while scrolling through a website that was listing down interesting facts about chemistry.
“No I didn’t.”,he said without looking up and I put my laptop away to crawl over to him.
“Not that big of a genius after all, are you Peter?”, I teased him and my face was right next to his while I was holding on to his shoulders to not fall off the bed.
“I believe you’re not looking for answers for the project, are you Y/N? If you’re giving me those interesting facts.”,he shot back and I rolled my eyes.
“I was! But one led to the other and I landed…there. It’s quite interesting, you should check it out.”,I said in a chatting voice but he did not react to it so I looked over his shoulder and saw that he hadn’t done anything himself. He was just flicking through folders and notes without recognizing that they were not the right ones.
I slipped off the bed and sat down on the floor in front of him and took a few sheets lying all over the floor into my hands to look at them.
“Ah, Ap English. I didn’t know we were working on a literature project. I thought it was science?”,I said while holding the papers up and his head shot up, his eyes widened. He groaned and burried his face in his hands and brushed through his hair tugging at them.
“Regarding this I was a lot more close to the subject.”,I joked but when I saw that he was in no condition to take a joke, I brushed the papers away and slid closer to him.
“Hey.”,I said softly and put my hand on his wrist pulling his hand away from his face. I put a gentle kiss on top of his hand and held him in my lap.
“Talk to me.”,I offered and he groaned while throwing his head back.
“I know I am being a dick but I can’t handle the thought of Aunt May being with another man. She is all I have left after Uncle Ben….I can’t lose her too.”
“Oh come on Peter! You’re not going to lose her. IF it should work out with him, you’ll still be her number one priority. You guys are family. That’s what family is about. Don’t be stupid.”,I said and let his hand go because he didn’t seem to be convinced.
“It’s been years Peter. I’m not saying that you guys have to forget about your uncle or anything like that. No! But she deserves to find happiness too. She deserves to be loved.”,I added and he sighed.
“But I love her.”,he said and I chuckled at his childish manner.
“She loves you too. Would you want me to leave just because you’re aunt loves you already? Is it the same for you?”, I said with a small triumphant smile and he furrowed his brows.
“Of course it’s not the same. Ew I don’t want to be loved the way you hopefully do, from my aunt. No, gross.”, he said which made me laugh.
“See! But do you want me to stop loving you just because she does already, even if it is in another way?”, I asked again and he shook his head immediatly.
“No! I need you.”, he finally admitted and I cupped his face with my hand making him look into my eyes.
“So let her be loved, Peter. She is young. She could find happiness again.”,you said and he finally gave in. He exhaled deeply and leaned his forhead against mine.
“I was a dick to her, wasn’t I?”, he said with closed eyes and I chuckled.
“Damn it.”,he cursed under his breath and I gave him a peck on his lips.
“Don’t worry about it. You’ll make it up to her.”, I added and pulled away.
“You hungry? I’m really hungry.”,he said suddenly and I lifted my brows in amusement.
“Yeah, we worked so hard. We deserve a treat.”,I joked and he rolled his eyes.
“Shut up. And follow me.”,he said while getting up and helped me get up too.
We were sitting at the kitchen table, hours later, talking about stuff and still eating the food which got cold hours ago.
“So you’re saying that you still know your ex?”, Peter said and squinted his eyes while chewing doubtfully on his carrots.
“He is in my french class Peter. How am I supposed to not know him.”, I said rolling my eyes and wished that he would let go of the subject.
“He is, what now?”, he said his mouth ajar and you sighed theatrically while looking up at the ceiling.
“I’m so full. We should get back.”,I said and quickly stood up while taking the plates off the table. I put them into the sink and when I turned around he was standing right in front of me.
“Hi.”,I said innocently and tucked my hair behind my ear not knowing what to do with my hands.
“He does know your not available, doesn’t he?”,he asked finally and put his hands on my hips.
“We were 13 Peter. I am pretty sure he is over me. I am for sure over him. We’re almost eighteen now.”, I told him and he pouted a little. Still not over the fact that I was sitting in the same class with my ex everyday.
“I love you.”,he blurted out and made me smile.
“I love you too.”,I said and was about to lean in for a kiss when suddenly we heared the front door open. We jumped apart and while he sat back down I was left standing against the sink when May walked in.
“Hey you two! How is it going?”,she greeted us and sat down at the table and pulled the food towards her.
“I’m starving.”,she said and reached for a fork without standing up.
“Uh…how was your date?”, I asked finally to break the silence that followed. Peter was sitting in front of his aunt but was not looking at her, let alone talk to her.
“Oh god. It was a disaster. Totally self centered guy. Brought me to a fancy dinner just to order me a salad and sparkly water, how generous. He said 'We want to keep our figures.’. Oh no hun! If I want a burger I’m going to have a burger. If I want thai food I’m going to have the fricking thai food. He kept talking and talking about himself and I exploded at last. I stood up and walked out.”,she said while chewing on her food like Peter did a few moments ago. The paralells between these two made me smile and I was about to say something Peter jumped in.
“So you won’t date him?”, he asked and looked up through his lashes.
“No, Pete. Don’t worry about him.”,she assured him and shot him a small smile which made Peter look up.
“I mean, it would have been okay. You know. You daring some guy. Not that guy in particular he seems to be an ass…”
“Language!”,she interrupted him and he said sorry.
“I want you to be happy, Aunt May. You know that right?”,he said finally and my hesrt melted at the scenario infront of me. I did not say anything and tried to make myself invisible to give them their space.
“Of course! And I am happy. I larb you after all.”,she teased him and Peter rolled his eyes and let himself fall back into his chair.
“We both larb you.”,I added my part and May and I high fived.
“You’re both unbelievable. That’s what you are.”,he sighed and stood up to walk out of the kitchen.
“You larb us too Pete. We know it!”,May yelled after him and we laughed at his following groan.
Shawn lets out a shaky breath as he kneels in front of her. He
can’t bring himself to look at her. He must look pathetic, kneeling, naked in
front of her, hard cock flushed red.
“Neglecting your health again? Not getting enough sleep? We
talked about this Shawn…” she chastises him, “Look at me.”
His eyes squeeze shut as shame wells up in him, his cheeks
flushing. A bead of precome drools down his cock. Disgraceful. A small, soft, unyielding hand grips the nape of his
neck, pulling harshly on his short locks of hair. A breathy moan leaves his
mouth as he is forced to look at her, his cheeks burning with humiliation.
“I said, look at me Shawn,“ she commands him, steel in her
voice. His eyes open, looking up at his goddess of a girlfriend. Her fingers,
buried in his curls, tighten their grip as she raises one eyebrow, suspicion in
her eyes. Oh god, she can’t find out. She pulls on his hair and his mouth opens
on a gasp, blood rushing to his cock. Shameful.
“Shawn… Do you like that?”
she asks him. He tries to look away, but her grip only tightens. He bites his
lip, trying desperately to contain the whimper of pleasure-pain.
“I asked you a question, boy. Do you like that?” The control in
her voice sears his skin, and a flush spreads down his chest.
“I - I don’t,” he stutters. Her disbelieving stare
embarrasses him all the more. She can’t know what a disgusting kink he has. How deeply disturbed he is. Disgraceful.
“Do not lie to me, pet. Your cock is dripping all over the
place.” Her matter of fact tone only adds to his embarrassment.
“I’m sorry love. I’ll leave, I promise just- don’t- please don’t
tell anyone?” he begs as he makes to get up, only to have her tiny fist tangle
in his hair and push him onto his knees again. He looks up at her, confusion
swirling inside him.
“You’re not going anywhere Shawn. I didn’t give you permission
to leave did I?” The velvet soft power of her voice turns his insides to
liquid. His mouth parts on a silent plead.
“Tell me what you like, pet.”
“Don’t.“ He corrects himself, “Please don’t.”
What was he
pleading for? For her to stop her torture or for her to continue the oh-so-good
humiliation? His cheeks are burning, probably permanently stained red.
“I like- “He starts biting his tongue as she pulls on his hair
again, bolts of pleasure shooting through his body. His eyes close as the
shameful delight of pain coats his bones with a comforting warmth.
“You love pain,” she states flatly, with no room for
argument. His eyes fly open, the warmth turning to ice, freezing him in place,
choking him with fear. Revolting.
Never would she be able to overlook the repulsive nature of his kink.
“Hey, hey, Shawn. It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s a kink, it’s not
the end of the world.” Genuine concern and confusion glaze her voice as she
brings her hand under his chin, forcing him to look at her. “Darling what’s
wrong?” Love, concern and pain are in her eyes; there is no hate, no disdain,
no disgust. A sigh of relief rattles out of him as her thumb strokes his cheek
in soothing circles.
“It’s mo- I like it- It’s more than just pain,“ he
whispers. A fresh wave of red rushes to his cheeks at her questioning gaze.
“Maybe like- I think- uhm… humiliation,” he mumbles
hurriedly, punching the words out, leaving them hanging in the room.
“Be more specific, pet. I need to know exactly what you like so
that I know what to do,“ she answers. She’s kind and gentle and genuine;
he’s surprised and shocked that she wants to know more.
“Being told how needy I look… Biting, may- maybe scratching…”
His voice wavers as he lets the heavy words settle.
“What about me being completely in control?” she asks, in a
steady, soothing voice. He hesitates.
“Shawn.” He looks at her. Open, honest eyes beg him for the
“I might… like it… And- and powerplay.” His brown eyes search
her beautiful face for a trace of loathing. How could she simply be alright
“What else, baby?” Comforting fingers carding through his hair,
his heart rate finally slows just a bit. Thankfully she hasn’t run yet.
“Kneeling in front of you like this… completely naked while you
are still wearing your underwear.” He lets out, trying to breathe properly. His
courage sinks again as he realises he just confessed to all the nasty things he
had only ever thought.
“Shawn. I love you. That won’t change because of some kink you
have. I love you the way you are, pain kink and all. Do you trust me?” Her
bright bright eyes study him carefully.
“I do.” He leans into her hand as it cups his cheek. The feel of
his burning skin against her soft fingers calms the riot in his head.
“Good.” She takes a deep breath. “Now. I need to punish you for hiding
this from me,” she teases, a small smile playing around her lips. He gulps
as his cock hardens again. Her eyes drop to his crotch, chuckling at his quick
reaction. She stands up, moving behind him. He tries to look at her but her
hand tightening in his hair prevents it. Shawn feels her foot against his ass.
“Crawl towards the bed. Hands on the mattress.” Her controlled
voice raises goosebumps on his skin. He is pressed against the bed. Her hand
gently turns his head to the side and presses it forward into the mattress. Her
fingers leave his hair, trailing down the nape of his neck, across his back. He
fists the blanket, muscles bunching, trying to be as still as possible. Her
fingernails rake down his back and a surprised moan leaves his lips, his hips
“Now. That is a beautiful sound, pet,“ she whispers
appreciatively against his ear. She presses a little kiss above his ear and a
breath wheezes out of him.
“Please.” He manages to choke the word out as her nails dig
painfully, tantalizingly, into his
back. A whine tumbles from his mouth. Shawn feels her lips curving into a smile
against the shell of his ear. Precome dribbles from his cock, his eyes
squeezing shut as she murmurs words of praise against his skin.
“Open your eyes Shawn.” His eyes half lidded when he manages to
open them. Her right hand finds its way into his hair, twisting itself into the
curls and pulling his face up a little. Her left hand moves to his throat,
holding it in a comfortably tight grip. She tilts his head up, angling his face
towards her. His lips are parted, swollen from biting them as he looks at her.
Her left thumb presses into the plush flesh, his tongue hesitatingly licking
“My pretty boy,” she says, praise in her voice. Shawn
preens under her words. He sighs, digging his fingers deeper into the blanket.
“Come on. Up you go on the bed.” Her low command resonates
through his body. He scrabbles to his feet, lying down on the mattress, kicking
the blanket into the corner. He looks at her expectantly. She bites her lip,
trying to hide an amused smile.
“Grip the headboard for me,“ she orders as she pulls off
her panties, the motion torturously slow. “Now, this is your punishment.” She
unhooks her bra as she speaks. "You will not remove your hands from that
headboard. You will not touch me; I won’t restrain you.” Her breasts are
finally bare and he gulps, trying desperately to focus on her words. “If you
disobey, I will stop and I will get myself off on your thigh. And you have to
watch and stay hard and untouched. Do you understand pet?”
His hands fly to the headboard as he whimpers yes. She straddles him, her small
fingers wrapping around his cock. Her nails not so accidentally scratch lightly
down the length of it. His hands grip the bed, frantically trying to obey her
rules. A moan punches out of him as she leans forward, her left hand burying
itself into his shoulder muscles. Her nipples graze his heaving chest as she
kisses his neck. Teeth and tongue, pain and pleasure, mixing into one
breath-stealing combination. Whimpers and pleads tumble from his lips at his
hips buck into her fist. Her lips move down his throat, a patchwork of bruises
and bites blossoming on his skin. His back arches as she sucks a dark bruise
next to his Adam’s apple. She moves down the column of his neck, sucking one
more hickey at the base of throat.
“Mhm. All mine now,” she mumbles to herself, admiring her
work, hickeys and bites covering his neck. Marking him as hers. A moan of her
name spills from his mouth. His arms pulling at the headboard making it creak
under his strength. She shuffles up his body, her thighs on either side of his
face. His arms pressing into her soft skin, his fingers closing around the bars
of the headboard convulsively.
“Do you think you deserve it? Do you deserve to eat my pussy
Shawn?” She taunts him, his lips so so close to her.
“Yes, please- I’m good. I- please let me. Please let me make you
come.” He pleads her. His cheeks turn red at the desperation in his voice.
“Alright pet. You’ve been good,“ she acknowledges as she
lowers herself onto his mouth. His lips wrap around her clit, causing a shudder
to go through her body. He sucks on the bud, his teeth occasionally grazing
her, a sharp intake of breath her only response. He lets go of her clit,
licking her pussy, his tongue entering her. Sweet delicious wetness coats his
tongue. Her hand reaches into his hair, pulling on it as she rocks against his
face. Small moans of praise and his name are his reward. Thrusting into her, he
gets the most beautiful response from her. She throws her head back, tightening
her grip on his hair, moaning his name. He feels her walls tightening around
his tongue, his nose bumping against her pubic bone as she grinds on his face.
“Shawn. I’m-“ She moans as her orgasm takes her over. The hand
in his hair tenses further, her nails scratching against his scalp, sparks of
pain coursing down his spine. A strangled moan escapes him. She writhes on top
of him, the vibrations of his moan traveling up her spine.
She remains on his face for a minute longer, catching her
“You did great baby.” Her praise washes over him as she slowly
moves down his body stopping when her wet pussy is resting against his abs. A
tortured sigh leaves him at the feeling. She leans over him, reaching for the
bedside table. Her delicious scent wafts over him, riling him up further. The
tell-tale crinkling sound of the condom wrapper makes him turn his face into
his arm. Too much. He needs to think.
His eyes shoot open as he feels the latex glide down his shaft. God have mercy on him.
“You are doing wonderfully Shawn,” she tells him as she
slowly lifts herself up. His cock nudges against her pussy. She is going kill him. She slowly sinks
down onto him and his eyes roll back into his head. Her breath hitches almost
inaudibly as he finally bottoms out. Her nails scrape his abdomen, leaving red
scratches in their wake, his muscles tightening under her fingertips. She
starts moving in slow figure eights, grinding against his crotch. His cock in a
vice-like velvety grip. The wood creaks as he tightens his hold on the
headboard further. He throws his head back, burying it into the pillow. Her
hands digging into his flesh, bruising it delightfully, make moans fall freely
from his lips. He is begging her for mercy, for more, for more pain. She
rakes her nails down his torso, over his nipple, a loud whine punching out of
him. He turns his face away from her, hiding in his arm.
“No Shawn. None of that.” She grabs his chin, forcing him to
look at her. She bends forward, capturing his bottom lip between her teeth.
Slowly pulling on it, gently biting down on it, he can only whimper at the
excruciating pleasure of the pain. She rolls her hips forward, her walls
tightening around him. Her pubic bone grinds against his skin. Her fluttering
walls tense around him as his teeth dig into his bottom lip. He is so, so
“Please.” He begs her, struggling to get the word past his lips.
“Please what, pet?” she asks, rocking against him.
“Hurt me more,“ he pleads in a sigh, a fresh wave of heat
making his cheeks flush. How could he ask
She runs her nails across his nipple, pinching it between her
nails. His hips buck into her as her pussy clenches around him. Her right hand
travels up his torso as her left one remains firmly on his chest. She reaches
the base of his throat, his eyes closing in anticipation. Small fingers wrap
around his neck for the second time that night. Yes. He thrusts up into her as the pressure against his throat
“Let me- please. Let me come,” he begs, a blush spreading
down his chest.
“Come for me, pet,“ she murmurs under her breath. He tilts
his head back, his mouth dropping open as his orgasm washes over him. A
shattered moan punches out of him as he rides out his high. She rolls off of
him, letting them catch their breath. She discards of the used condom in the
bathroom, returning with a wet washcloth. She carefully cleans his face and his
“You?” He croaks out,
letting go of the headboard.
“Already did it in the bathroom darling.” She smiles at him
softly. A blush blossoms on his cheeks. How
can he ask her to hurt him? God. He’s despicable.
“Shawn. Stop right now.” She sits on his chest again, forcing
him to look at her. Her eyebrows furrow in anger and pain. He is revolting.
“Stop it, please. I love you the way you are Shawn! I couldn’t
care less if you had a pain kink! I would still be with you if you had a foot
fetish and could only fall asleep with my foot in your hands! I. Love.
You,” she tells him, desperately looking into his eyes, begging him to see
that she is telling the truth.
“Believe me. Please. I love you the way you are, kinks and all.
And what does it say about me? Enjoying biting you and pulling your hair and
hurting you. Doesn’t that make me a monster?” She speaks calmly, apparently
unperturbed by this, but his eyes widen at her accusations.
“No! Never! Just because you like something doesn’t make you a…”
Realisation dawns on him. Her beaming cheeky grin tells him she expected his
answer. He rolls his eyes at her, pulling her down into a slow, lazy kiss. Her
squeaked laugh of delight as he flips them over make him smile.
I wrote this before but I couldn’t find it so here you go. x
148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”
In your white t-shirt that had “We Think Harry Has The XFactor” Along with Xfactor’s logo, you stood backstage as Anne gave Harry a kiss on his cheek before he turned to you.
You breathed nervously, cupping his face with your hands, “I’m so proud of you. No matter what they say, you’re incredible, yeah? Break a leg, Haz.” And you kissed your best friend’s cheek as he gave you a grin and a nod before walking on stage.
You were sure you were almost nails-less during the time of his singing as you bit your nails, your nerves all around the place as you stood beside Gemma, looking at him through the screen as he sang Isn’t She Lovely; a lullaby you both always sang to each other whenever one of you couldn’t sleep.
You frowned at Louis’ remark. He was 16 and auditioning, what kind of experience should he have if he’s auditioning for a singing show, freaking idiot?
“Someone in the audience just said rubbish and I totally agree with them.” Simon said, making you grin and clap before interlocking your fingers under your chin.
When it came to the voting, you almost threw up from how nervous you were. “I’m going to have to say no.” Louis said, making you frown and boo him under your breath.
“I like you Harry, I’m going to have to say yes.” Nicole said, making you cheer as your eyes got tearful.
“You’ll be happy to hear I’m going agree with Nicole-” You didn’t hear anything else as you were engulfed in a hug by Anne and Gemma as you and Harry’s family and friend cheered.
You heard Harry say thank you before he walked towards you, hugged by his family and patted on his back. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, burying your head in his neck as he hugged you back as tight. “I’m so happy, oh my God, Haz.” You cried.
“Awh, don’t cry.” He wiped your tears. “You’re too lovely for that.” He grinned.
Later that night, in the hotel where you were all staying, you and Harry sat in your hotel room, making scenarios of a famous Harry Styles.
“And you’d be singing on the stage and all the girls would be crying and fainting because you’re you and the crowd goes woo!” You jumped on the bed before throwing yourself on the bed on your back, looking at Harry who sat propped on his elbow, his cheek resting on his palm as he looked at you with a smile.
“Will you be there?” He asked.
“I’ll be there.” You answered, closing your eyes and curling your body in a ball, the day’s exhaustion kicking in. In a matter of minutes, you were asleep.
“I hope you will.” Harry whispered before hovering his lips on yours gently, giving you a very gentle and light kiss.
You sat between Harry’s legs, his fingers working on your hair as he braided it while you sat in Niall’s dressing room with the boys, all laughing.
You laughed at Liam’s costume that had had to wear for the Best Song Ever music video. “Hair tie.” Harry said and you held your hand for him with the hair tie which he took and tied around your braid. “There we go. It looks great.”
“Really? Take a picture.” You straightened your back as you heard his phone’s camera go off and he gave you the phone for you to inspect. “I love it, thanks Haz” You turned and smiled at him before turning to see everyone leaving the room to God knows where. You turned back to Harry, “You know, I really like the whole Marcel look on you.”
“Oh, do you? Too bad you’re stuck with lame ol’ Harry, huh?” He gave you a toothy grin.
You playfully scoffed, “Don’t remind me.”
“Really now?” His fingers started tickling you, making you squirm.
“Harry! Harry, stop!” You laughed, struggling to get up but he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist from behind.
You began to gain your breath before resting your back on Harry’s chest and letting a sight leave your mouth before closing your eyes.
Harry, feeling your breath grow heavier, he leaned his head forward to look at you, smiling when he saw that you had slept. You were very energetic the whole day, it was bound to tire you.
Being best friends with you, Harry was ecstatic that he had someone like you in his life but he wasn’t happy that you were oblivious to his feelings and that it was impossible for you to return his feelings.
He was there when you had your first kiss, having to listen to you go over and over about how lovely it was and how cute the guy was. He was there when you had your first heartbreak and he had to restrain himself from murdering the guy who had caused the girl he loves all that pain, having to wipe your tears and hold you in his arms as you sobbed. He was there when you aced your GSCE’s, celebrating both of your grades together. He was always there for you and you were always there for him. After all, it was you who convinced him to audition.
“Just tell her.” Louis said once he entered the room, looking at your sleeping figure and Harry’s smiling one.
Harry shook his head and sighed, “You don’t understand.” He whispered in order not to wake you.
“It’s not rocket science, mate. You love the girl, she loves you, you both are too shy and scared to admit it.” Louis said.
“Can you keep it down?” Harry whispered.
“You’ll have to wake her up anyway, we’re going back to the hotel, Romeo.” Louis smirked.
Harry sighed and nodded, watching Louis walk out of the room. Miraculously, he managed to stand up from behind you, with you still asleep as he put your head gently on the pillow and kneeled beside you. His hand found your hair, gently stroking it as he looked at you. He sighed, closing his eyes, “I love you. So much.” He whispered, “What am I going to do?” He whispered to himself.
He leaned down, gently pecking your lips for a second before standing up and beginning to wake you up.
“I can’t believe you got the role!” You squealed. “My best friend is a movie star!” You screamed out in Harry’s LA house as you held his hand and twirled yourself.
Harry grinned as he watched you twirl, “I’m glad you’re here to celebrate with me.”
“Did you expect it? I had Jeff help me out with booking the ticket and all that.” You grinned, wrapping your arms around his torso.
“I honestly didn’t, love. I was very surprised. Actually, I’m still surprised.” He smiled down at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
“How do you want us to celebrating you landing the role, Haz? Come on, name anything, we’ll do it.” You smiled up at him, a happy glint in your eyes.
“Can we stay in tonight? Celebrate and go out tomorrow? I’m very tired from all the writing and recording and all the meetings and I need a movie night with a cuddle on the side, please.” He raised his eyebrows, his dimple showing as he smiled.
“Whatever the movie star wants. You pick the movie, I’ll order the pizza.” You demanded with a smile.
“What would I do without you?”
“Probably still be working in the bakery. Barbara misses you by the way. Give me your phone, I don’t know the pizza place’s number.” You opened your palm.
“I miss that cheeky woman, too. Send her my greetings when you see her again.” He said as he gave you his phone and dialing the pizza place’s number.
“I love your hair, by the way. You look handsome.” You smiled with a blush before leaving the room with his phone pressed to your ear as you began ordering.
Harry grinned, his cheeks turning crimson red as his hand touched his hair.
You both sat on Harry’s bed, your head on his shoulder and his head leaning on yours with the pizza box on your lap and in your third movie of the night. Harry insisted you watch When Harry Met Sally because it was his favorite and “It was his night, my wish is your command, love.” Was what he said.
Your eyes were droopy, your 11 hours flight’s exhaustion kicking in as you cuddled more to Harry. 15 minutes later, light snores were escaping your lips.
“Oh, I love this pa-” Harry stopped when he heard your snores, looking down at you and chuckling when he saw you sleeping, “Of course.” He took the pizza box from your lap and put it on the bedside table before putting his arm around your waist and lying you down gently on the bed.
He looked down at you, “This is the part where I kiss you, you know? You just don’t know.” He muttered under his breath before pecking your lips gently and snuggling close to you. “Goodnight, beautiful.
Your red long silky dress showed off your body, your hair in waves and your skin glowing. To say that you were feeling yourself would be an understatement. The highlighter was really popping. You walked down Harry’s house in London, knowing Anne and him were waiting for you downstairs.
Harry had asked you, alongside his mother, to be his date for Dunkirk’s premiere. He was nervous but it felt natural and of course, you agreed.
You were met with Anne who gasped and put a hand to her heart and nudged Harry whose back was facing you. He looked at her confusingly to which she nodded her head towards you, making hm turn to look at you.
Harry’s jaw dropped, if it was a cartoon, he would definitely have hearts popping out of his eyes. His heart began racing, his palms getting sweaty as he stared at you.
You took slow approaches towards him and Anne and smiled shyly, “What?”
“You look absolutely divine, dear.” Anne smiled at you.
“You look wonderful, Anne.” You said, looking at her black dress.
“Thank you, dear. I’m going to wait for you in the limo. Harry, close your mouth, honey.” Anne chuckled before walking out the door.
You looked at Harry, chuckling, “Are you going to talk or not?” You asked, moving closer to him and putting your hands on his chest, feeling his racing heart against your palm, making you blush and raise your eyebrows, “Your heart is beating really fast.”
“How can it not?” He whispered, not trusting his voice as he took you all in.
“You look handsome.” You said in a low voice, staring at his green eyes.
“You look-You look unbelievable. I ca-”
“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” You said quietly, your eyes not leaving his.
Harry’s eyes went wide, “Wh-What?”
“I asked, why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” You repeated, leaning in till your lips was hovering over his, brushing against his.
“You-” Harry swallowed, his eyes looking at yours nervously, “You know?”
“It’s hard not to feel a kiss, love.” You chuckled. “Do you not want me awake when you kiss me?”
Before you could say anything, Harry’s lips were on yours, his hands cupping your head as he poured his feelings into the kiss. You closed your eyes in delight, kissing back as passionately.
You both pulled away, you pecking his lips one more time, “I’ve always wanted to do that.” You admitted, chuckling.
Harry grinned, closing his eyes as he leaned his forehead on yours, “Can I say it?”
“I love you.” He said with a grin.
“I love you.” You repeated before your lips were on his one more time.
Needless to say, the fans were quick to notice from the pictures of the premiere, both of your loving stolen glances, your interlocked fingers and were fangirling over a lips peck you shared in the background of a picture of Fionn, quick to tweet about how the ship finally sailing.
Request #1: Can
you do a one were they hate each other with a passion, Rick sends them on a run
together but they just keep arguing and smut happens (angry sex)
Request #2: Can
you do one when Reader meets everyone in the prison and everyone sees right
away how many things in common she has with Daryl but they both deny it and are
arguing all the time or ignoring each other (whatever you prefer) until one day
smut happens and they admit their feelings for each other?
Summary: Season 3
Prison Era. Daryl and the reader don’t get along and haven’t since she joined
the group. Daryl thinks she wants Rick and he has a crush on her. Little does
he know she feels the same way about him, she just doesn’t want to let him push
her around. After yet another epic throw down fight, Rick has had enough and
sends you two out on a run alone to figure your shit out. On the run Daryl finally decides to show you how he feels and angry, lovey-dovey smut occurs.
AN: I was in a lot of different places while writing this one, but I think it turned out well. Let me know if you like it! :)
Damnit! There he was
again! You complained to yourself in your head as your eyes met the dirty
redneck that thought he could just take and do what he wanted.
You huffed, wincing your eyes as he walked toward you down
the long corridor or the cell block, you of course just had to be walking the
opposite direction, so your paths were forced to meet.
His eyes hardened when you narrowed your eyes at him and his
jaw clenched, as he continued to walk your way, not giving an inch or a moment
You both walked toward each other dominantly until your
bodies finally met, both of you standing slightly more toward the center than
was needed to pass by each other. Your shoulders met with impact and you both
cocked your heads over toward each other, with angry eyes.
The moment was filled with tension, but you would not allow
yourself to back down, he had been pushing your buttons since the minute you
joined this group. He always was blocking your path, wherever in this place you
seemed to be, dominantly swooping around you, like he owned everything. You had
always pushed back, showing him you were the only boss of yourself, no one
You peered into his eyes, yours hard as nails, as you
pivoted your right foot around and planted it firmly to the side, squaring your
shoulder and your body into his.
He growls a little in the back of his throat, pivots his
right foot and squares your body back in retaliation. He eyes squinted and he
looked you up and down, “Better watch where you’re goin, Y/N.” He growled lowly
and pushed his body into yours.
You shoved your shoulder into his in return and glared up at
him, “You better watch who you’re bumpin into, Dixon.” You growled defiantly
and forced your body to stay in its defensive position as you glared him down.
You both stood there for what seemed like an eternity,
neither one of you budging, until you heard Rick’s voice echoing across the
drab concrete walls.
“Not this, again…” Rick said loudly to himself, shaking his
head and putting his hands on his hip.
Alex’s phone chirps and she grabs it immediately,
instinctively, before it can wake the woman sleeping next to her.
She squints at the caller ID, at the time, and her stomach
“Winn, are you okay? Is Kara okay? Is – ”
“No, no, relax Alex, it’s not DEO stuff, it’s – everything’s
– you know what, that’s your
voice, so I’m just gonna let you – ”
Alex rubs her eyes and sits up, making sure the covers stay
wrapped around Maggie’s nearly naked body as Maggie sighs and shifts around at
the loss of contact without opening her eyes.
“I don’t have a voice for – you know what, no, Winn, what is
“I – it – I’m sorry Alex, it’s just… Kara and James are in
this really intensive training with J’onn and Lyra’s out of town with her
brother and I – ”
“Spit it out, Schott, what is it?”
“My dad… my dad called. I didn’t take it, but I – he – ”
Alex’s stomach lurches and she runs a hand over her face,
her heart breaking more than she wants to portray in her voice.
“Where are you?”
“I’m home, where else would I – ”
“Come over. I’ll leave the door open for you.”
“No, Alex, I shouldn’t have called, you’re with Maggie, I –
“Winn, get over here. And bring coffee.”
Maggie rolls over and gropes sleepily for Alex’s body with
her eyes closed. “And donuts,” she calls groggily, and Alex grins down at her.
“You hear that, Winn?”
“Loud and clear. Give me a half hour. And Alex – ”
“Don’t make me regret being nice to you, Schott. Just get
She hangs up before he has the chance to change his mind,
before he has the chance to talk himself out of reaching out to her.
She purses her lips and shudders slightly and sighs,
slipping out of the bed to unlock the door for him.
“He okay, Al?” Maggie croaks, sitting up to watch Alex pad
across the living room sleepily.
“He will be,” Alex whispers across the house. “Sleep, babe.
He won’t be here for another half hour.”
She slips back into bed and Maggie melts into her arms immediately.
“You’re not mad? I mean, you don’t mind?”
Maggie turns and puts a clumsy, groggy hand to Alex’s cheek.
“Why’d I be mad at you for being a great big sister, Danvers?”
Alex pffts and shakes her head and is grateful Maggie can’t
see her blush.
“You’re the best, you know that?” she kisses her, and Maggie
grins with her eyes closed.
They’re not sure how or exactly when they drift back to
sleep, but they both immediately snap back awake when the front door creaks
open and light from the hallway spills into the apartment.
“Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, it’s me,” Winn holds up his hands
as best he can with coffee and donuts, because if he knows nothing else, he
knows the women in his life.
“C’mere, you,” Alex invites, and Maggie remembers with a
jolt that she’s not wearing a shirt.
“Also, pass me that t-shirt on the floor in the kitchen,
would you?” Maggie asks with a cocky, sleepy grin, and Winn chuckles slightly.
“Kitchen fun times, huh Danvers? Nice – ”
“Don’t – don’t say anything else,” Alex cuts him off, and
Maggie chuckles this time.
He steps up into Alex’s room and passes Maggie her shirt
with his eyes studiously closed.
Alex takes the opportunity to study him. His shoulders are
stooped and he’s in one of James’s old hoodies and his eyes, even closed, are
swollen. He looks tiny and he looks terrified.
She remembers sobbing into Maggie’s arms about her father.
She remembers Maggie sobbing into her arms about her own
How small it made Alex feel. How small it made Maggie look.
“Okay,” Maggie tells him, shirt on now, and Alex shifts and pats
the bed between her and her girlfriend.
“Come on,” she says, and Winn just stares.
“You tell anyone about this and you will find out exactly
what those index finger techniques are – ”
“You know it’s not as scary when you have sex-bed hair and
your girlfriend just needed me to collect her shirt from your kitchen floor – ”
“Yeah, babe, also, index finger threats? Like, has a whole
new meaning now, doesn’t – ”
“Traitor! You’re supposed to be on my side!”
“Actually, um… you invited me over to support me? So, it’s
all about my side?”
sighs and shrugs and holds out her hands for her coffee, and Winn provides.
holds out her hand too, but when he offers the coffee, she just shakes
her hand again. He grins and presents her with the entire box of donuts.
you’re getting it,” she says through a mouthful of chocolate glazed.
“Get over here before Danvers and I make like Kara and eat the whole
Winn gulps and sets his and Maggie’s
coffees on the bedside table and crawls over Alex – she doesn’t move to
make it easier for him, a shit-eating grin on her face and a mock-glare
on his – to settle between them. Maggie tosses the covers over him and
holds out the donut box.
“So what happened?”
Winn sighs and shrinks into himself and stuffs a donut into his mouth.
“Caooellheae?” he tries to ask around a mouthful of chocolate frosting.
“Try again, Schott,” Alex furrows her brow at him, and he tastes a gigantic gulp.
“Can you tell her, Alex?”
Alex heart breaks and she sips at her coffee and she almost reaches out to touch his face. Almost.
“Winn’s dad called him tonight. And he’s… he’s in prison – for um – ”
the Toyman,” Winn supplies quickly, like ripping off a bandaid, leaning
over Alex to get his coffee so he doesn’t have to meet Maggie’s eyes.
But Maggie just nods and puts her hand on his knee and urges him to take another donut.
“I figured, Winn. I just – it’s not mine to bring up if you don’t wanna talk about it.”
Alex and Winn both turn to Maggie with looks of identical shock.
“Detective, guys. It’s kind of my job. And it’s not like your names aren’t, you know, the same.”
Winn casts his eyes down and digs into a jelly-filled.
thing, though. Because the names are the same, but the people are so
different,” she continues, softly, softly, and Winn looks up at her with
wide eyes and a set jaw.
“That’s not what he says.
He says we’re the same. He said it when he escaped, and he said it again
in the voicemail he left tonight.”
Alex does reach out to touch his face this time, briefly, softly, and Maggie smiles sadly across the bed at her girlfriend.
“Well, my dad says the reason he was willing to forcibly deport thousands of innocent people is me.”
“And mine says I’m a disgusting disgrace and selfish and am going to hell and he never wants to see me again.”
Alex exhales with tears in her eyes and Winn turns to Maggie with a furrowed brow, concern and sadness all over his face.
Maggie tilts her coffee cup toward his in salute, and offers simply, by way of explanation, “Lesbian.”
“Maggie, I… I didn’t know. I’m… I’m so sorry.”
“Well hey, dysfunctional, abusive relationships with fathers’ club in this bed tonight. At least there’s donuts, right?”
smiles and leans to put his head on Maggie’s shoulder, and Alex wishes
it were game night, not comfort night, so she could take a picture.
Kara and James with their dead dads and we’ll have a real party,” Winn
deadpans from Maggie’s shoulder, and Alex tosses her arm around him, her
fingers playing on the back of Maggie’s neck.
nothing like your dad, Winn. Nothing. And even if… even if you have
those things inside you, it’s the choices, you know, that you make. And
you’ve chosen to… to save the world, dude, not destroy it.”
sighs and sits up, grabbing a third donut from the box at Maggie’s
feet, biting into it and offering the rest to Alex miserably. She
accepts and keeps her arm steady around his shoulders.
“How can you be sure?”
sighs and chews thoughtfully.
“You know, Kara didn’t really have a lot
of friends. Growing up. She was the weird kid, the freak who never quite
fit in. People always took advantage of how kind she is, how… how
amazing she is. And then she interviewed at CatCo, and she met you, and
you know when she first told me about you, about this IT guy who takes
her to lunch and explains all of Cat Grant’s idiosyncracies so she
doesn’t get fired, and laughs at her terrible jokes and makes terrible
jokes of his own, and has toys all over his desk and stammers when he
gets nervous but always, always stands up for her when people try to
dismiss her as incompetent just because she’s… well, Kara… I was
suspicious of you. I… I didn’t trust it. You. I thought you just
wanted her, that you wanted to use her for something, that you were
making fun of her. But the stories never stopped. The stories about how
good you were to her. And then I met you, and you… you were real. You
just… you just really cared for her. And then she started dating the
only other friend you had and you just… you took care of yourself, and
then you just… you kept caring. You’re rare, Winn. You… you saw
Kara. You always saw her. So no. You’re nothing like your dad. Because
you see goodness in the world and you’re not threatened by it, you don’t
want to destroy it, you just want to make more goodness yourself.”
“Alex, I – ”
“No, nope, don’t say anything. I’ve just fulfilled my yearly quota of being nice to you, so really, you don’t wanna push it.”
“I was just gonna tell you that you have some powdered sugar on your lip.”
“I can get that for you, babe – ”
guys, I’m right – ow, Maggie, that’s my foot – it – okay – I’ll
just… I’ll be on the other side of your inexplicably massive bed…”
“I love you. Okay?”
“I love you too, Alex. I love you too.”
“Aww, guys, you’re so sweet!”
“If anyone at the DEO finds out about this, I swear to god, Sawyer – ”
“What are you gonna do, babe, threaten me with your index finger? Cause that’s not a threat – ”
“Oh my god, why are you both like this?”
“Oh Alex, come on. Look at my puppy eyes! And your woman’s dimples! You love us!”
Winn activates his best puppy eyes and Maggie flashes her biggest smile, and Alex, for once in her life, is defenseless and feels amazing about it.
A/N: Still sailing the Saileen ship hard, y’all. Enjoy! XOXO
Sam is good at sex.
Maybe it sounds arrogant. Maybe it sounds like exactly what every douchebag guy who isn’t good at sex thinks about himself.
But it’s true. It’s true, simply because Sam wants to be good at sex. He listens to his partners, takes the five minutes it takes to learn what they like and what they want, and then focuses solely on showing them a good time. And they always come first, usually more than once.
It’s a point of pride, really. Which is why this time, Sam is nervous.
Entry #9 - It Takes One To Know One - Smut - By @dylanholyhellobrien
Author: @dylanholyhellobrien Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Mitch Rapp/Reader Words: 8,408 Prompt: "Why can you never give me something that doesn’t look like it’s been run over by a truck?”
“Why can you never bring me something that doesn’t look like it’s been run over your truck?”
Anger flowed through the veins in her small body, her eyes fuming at Diego, one of her loyal suppliers. He had opened the back door to his truck a few moments earlier to show her the dented, torn and overturned boxes inside. It wasn’t the first time one of his deliveries had looked like that but she was going to make sure that it was the last.