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Imagine being the first person that Loki visits after he escaped from his prison.
He’d just stand in front of you suddenly. You two would look at each other for some seconds in complete silence until he pulls you into a deep hug, you smiling and some tears of joy streaming down your face.
“I missed you, my love”
“I missed you too, Loki”

SMUT    -    ETHAN DOLAN X READER

Make Me Bad

DESC: Reader isn’t the kind of girl who goes out to parties and gets wasted, but that all changes when Ethan Dolan shows her how to really live.

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You’d never been so terrified by something that seemed so simple.

“Just a party,” you reminded yourself, extending your fingertips towards the silver door handle.

How had you gotten here in the first place? The answer wasn’t so much how, but who. Ethan Dolan had been your best friend and number one supporter for months, so you couldn’t turn down his request to a party, especially when you just so happened to be head over heels in love with him. You casually forgot to mention to him that you’d never so much as touched alcohol in your life, or gone to a party, either. But it didn’t take a genius to know that you were the classic head smart good girl, so, there was that. You ended up putting much more time into how you looked than you’d set out for, but no matter what you did, you knew that you would stick out like a sore thumb. You’d chosen a midnight blue strapped crop top, a short high waisted black skirt, and some silver heels.You’d let your hair down for once, and spent much more time than you’d like to admit doing your makeup. And now, here you were, and you couldn’t be more scared to pull that handle.

Luckily, you didn’t have to open the door, since somebody else did. A drunk couple toppled out the door in a fit of laughter, red plastic cups in their hands as they threw off their shoes and raced out into the grass. Not waiting another second, you dove through the doorway and into an absolute nightmare. The floor shook under the feet of hundreds of people dancing, so many people that they spilled out into the garden and right to the pool. Strobe lights blinded you instantly, and the music was so loud, it took everything you had not to cover your ears like a dork. You got sucked into the crowd instantly, knocking hips with a guy who reeked of beer.

“Hey pretty lady, wanna dance?” He winked, his hands flying to your hips and pulling you into his chest.

“She’s with me,” a familiar voice said behind you.

The stranger sized up your savior, but quickly gave it up and backed off.

“Hey,” a warm voice said in your ear.

A smile crept up on your lips, and you spun to face Ethan, “Hey.”

He wore a plain white tee, some ripped black skinnies, and navy shoes. As usual, absolutely mesmerizing without even trying. 

Ethan’s smile faltered, his eyes drinking you in for a good few seconds.

“Wow, um,” he started, taken aback, “You look…”

“Like a mess, I know,” you stammered.

“No,” Ethan smiled nervously, “You look amazing.”

You felt your cheeks warm in surprise, “Oh, um, thanks.”

Ethan nodded lightly, the smile you loved lighting up his face.

“Well, let’s get you out of this crowd for a minute,” he said.

“Thank god,” you laughed nervously and gratefully took Ethan’s hand as he pulled you easily through the waves of people.

Ethan walked you out of the loud dance floor, and into the slightly deserted kitchen. Not many people were in there, mostly just people coming in and out to fill their drinks up. He led you to the empty side of the kitchen, and hopped up onto the white marble counter-top, pointing to an empty stool across from him.

“So, how you feeling?” he asked.

“I don’t know, to be honest, this isn’t really my scene.”

Yeah right, you’ve been to parties before,” Ethan chuckled.

You coughed awkwardly and shook your head in embarrassment. 

“What!?” Ethan gasped, “For real!?”

“For real,” you sighed nervously.

“Wow, you haven’t lived yet,” he said.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“Don’t be” Ethan smirked suddenly, “Because tonight we’re changing that.”

Your eyes flickered up to his, “Wha-, no, no.”

But Ethan had already hopped off the counter and dashed across the kitchen, coming back seconds later with two beer bottles in hand. He tossed you one, and you caught it without meaning to.

“Drink up,” he smiled, popping open his bottle and taking a gulp.

You held the chilly bottle in your hands, your heart beating fast.

“How about this,” Ethan said suddenly. “For every drink you drink, I’ll have one, that way we’ll be doing this together. And tomorrow, if you wake up regretting tonight, I will never ask you to do this again. You win. But, I promise you, you’ll have fun.”

You blew air out of your mouth, hating yourself for caving so easily. 

“Fine,” you said, to Ethan’s delight. “But remember if this goes wrong, it’s on you.”

You opened your drink, and began downing it quickly. You didn’t particularly like it going down, but you sure enjoyed how it made you feel not too long afterwards.

“How do you feel now?” Ethan asked.

“I feel..bubbly,” you said with a big smile.

“You know what’s even better than that,” Ethan said huskily, “Feeling drunk.”

And before you knew it you were taking vodka shots with your best friend and biggest crush.

“Three, two, one,” Ethan counted down, bringing the shot glass to his lips at the same time as you. You scrunched up your face from the taste, but Ethan didn’t so much, his eyes tracking you the entire time.

“One last one,” you stuttered tipsily, refilling your drink.

You linked your arms into Ethan so that you’d be downing eachother’s drinks, but this time you held onto Ethan’s gaze as the liquid poured down your throats.

“Damn,” you said, placing your glass on the counter and turning to move.

“Where are you going?” Ethan asked.

“I’ll never be drunk enough to want to take the dance floor, but there’s a first time for everything,” you said as you made your way out the kitchen.

It was good Ethan followed you, because your feet wobbled dangerously and you went toppling backwards right into Ethan’s arms.

“I got you,” he laughed out, pushing you back upright.

“Thanks, E,” you smiled and fixed your balance before moving out into the mass of dancing people.

You had no idea what you were supposed to be doing, so you followed everybody else’s lead and shook your head and hips to the beat of the song, and that seemed to do the trick. The same guy from earlier came sliding into view, but you didn’t even try to stop him when he put his hands on your hips and began dancing into you. The pulse of the song beat hard in your chest and you laughed drunkenly and mimicked the stranger. You were actually starting to enjoy yourself when a strong hand grabbed you from behind and spun you right into a hard chest. You blinked through the flashing strobe lights in confusion.

“Come on Ethan, I was having fun,” you winged in complaint.

Ethan looked you over defensively, his jaw clenched.

“Not as much fun as you could be having with me,” he pointed out, running a hand through his dark locks.

“Whatever, dance with me,” you said, swinging yourself back into the song.

You started off jumping into the beat, but changed demeanor when you felt Ethan behind you, placing one large hand on each side of your round hips. You closed your eyes, enveloped by the sound, and pressed your shoulders back into Ethan as you swayed your hips lightly against his body. You rolled your neck into Ethan’s chest, resting your head on him as you let yourself be consumed by the feeling of him grinding into you. Ethan’s chest rose heavily, his cool breath tickling your face, his eyes closed. You blinked up at him, startled when he opened his eyes again, his dark eyes resting hungrily on yours. For a moment everyone vanished, and it was just you and Ethan, and there he was, bending over you, his lips parting-

“Belly shots!” someone yelled from across the room, snapping you out of your daze.

You cleared your throat, shaking your head a little bit with a smile, “Um, let’s go.”

Ethan nodded distantly, detaching himself from you and leading you to the fun.

“Who’s next?” someone called.

“This girl,” Ethan said, pushing you to the front of the small crowd.

A blonde guy raised his eyebrow at you with a smirk, “I’ll take this one.”

“No man, she’s mine,” Ethan growled, stepping forward.

You gulped nervously, nodding shyly at Ethan and pulling yourself up onto the polished tabletop.

You tucked the lime between your lips, the salt spread over the top area of your breasts, and the tequila poured into your exposed bellybutton. Before you could even prepare yourself a little bit, Ethan was hunched over you, his tongue collecting all the salt, his lips attaching gently to your belly, and than to your mouth in seconds. The lights were blocked out by the shadow of Ethan bending over your lips, holding your eye contact for a moment while he sucked the lime from your lips and into his. The sound of triumphant cheers and whoops  filled your ears, as you sat up. You grinned and turned to hop off the table but didn’t get to, for Ethan spat his lime out and grabbed you roughly by your hips and hoisted you into him, your legs wrapping around his waist obediently. And then the roaring of the crowd got a hundred times louder as Ethan attacked your lips mercilessly with his own, and you let him. Your hands went sliding roughly through his hair, your lips responding hungrily to Ethan’s, not even bothering to hide your moans of pleasure when he dipped his tongue into your mouth.

Suddenly, Ethan pulled his head back, his eyes fluttering open.

“(Y/N),” Ethan breathed apologetically.

“I want this,” you assured him, your teeth grazing over your lower lip, “I want you.”

Ethan clenched his jaw in frustration, his eyes closing as he fought to pick out his next words. 

“(Y/N), you better answer with certainty, because if you give me a yes, then I don’t think I’m going to have the willpower to ask you again,” he murmured, his nostrils flaring.

“Ethan,” you said softly, “Open your eyes.”

He did, and they were darker than usual, and filled with nothing but lust.

“Yes,” you said.

And that was all it took.

The crowd of people whistled as Ethan placed you down on the ground and began leading you upstairs.

Ethan closed the bedroom door behind you, locking it shut and whipping around to face you. He pushed you down onto the sheets, climbing over you and removing his top and shoes, you following his lead. He dipped his lips onto your neck, sucking on a patch of your skin and drawing out sounds of pleasure from you. He nibbled and sucked your neck until it was covered in many dark love bites. You went to unclip your bra, but he had it off in seconds with little to no effort. Ethan brought his lips down to your breasts, attaching them around one of your nipples, his tongue flicking against the tip as he sucked on it roughly before moving to the other breast and repeating the action. You struggled not to roll your head back, keeping your eyes on Ethan, who lifted his deep gaze intently to yours while he worked. You breathed out in pleasure, your hands tugging at Ethan’s soft hair as his tongue came sliding down your belly and down to your skirt. He hooked his fingers into the fabric, sliding your skirt off your legs and tossing off his jeans while he was at it. You took him by surprise, grabbing his hips and turning him onto his back as you hoisted yourself onto his legs, his growing bulge centimeters away from where you wanted it. Ethan chuckled in surprise, his arms snaking around your belly as you bent over him, leaving wet kisses all over his rippled bronze chest. A deep rumble came from his throat as he moved his hands to your ass, which he squeezed roughly in his hands while you explored his chest. You looked up at him, your thumbs hooking in his Calvin’s, your heart thumping with adrenaline. Ethan nodded lightly, giving you the ok to remove his boxers. His large member perked right up, ready for you to take in your mouth, so you did. You squeezed as much of him as you could between your lips, your hands gently pumping any of him that didn’t fit. His length hit the back of your throat, but you took it, working your hands faster, a layer of sweat building on your skin. Ethan groaned out in pleasure, the sound being more enough to keep you going. You swirled your tongue around the tip, feeling him twitch in your mouth.

“B-baby, I’m gonna c-” Ethan gasped out.

He released his load in your mouth, and you swallowed without thinking twice. You pulled off, your chest rattling as you gulped in the fresh air. Ethan sat propped up on his elbow’s, his eyes wide in wonder as you lifted your gaze to him.

“Not so innocent after all,” he smirked, an eyebrow raised.

You blushed furiously in embarrassment, Ethan scooting you forward on his belly so he could reach your lips. He used his thumb to collect some left over mess around your lips, his eyes unwavering as he forced his finger into your mouth. You sucked on it lightly, his thumb popping as he removed it. Ethan smiled gently, bending into you for a quick kiss on the lips, his hand resting beneath your chin. He pulled back a moment later, shaking his head in awe.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Because you’re gorgeous,” Ethan mumbled softly, “And because It’s my turn.”

Ethan spun you onto your back, raising his shaft above you and positioning it right near your entrance. You scooted back so that you could get a look at him, your hands resting open on either side of your body. Ethan laced his fingers through yours, holding you to the sheets as he entered you. Your face reflexively scrunched up as Ethan adjusted himself, but soon he was moving in and out of you at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“Ethan,” you begged in frustration, glaring at him.

Ethan’s lips twitched into a smile, and he began working himself faster towards your core.

“More,” you pleaded, digging your nails into Ethan’s hands.

He re-positioned his hands onto your hips, holding you in place as he began slamming his hips into you with no mercy. His hips came knocking roughly into yours, his balls slapping loudly against your skin. You cried out in pleasure, your nails dragging marks all over Ethan’s back. He found your g-spot and slammed roughly into it, his mouth dropping open, and his eyes fluttering closed in concentration. 

“I’m going to-” before you could finish your sentence, Ethan had opened his eyes again to watch you shudder beneath him. And just the sight of his hair plastered to his forehead, his flawless body shaking with each jagged breath, and his dark eyes, was enough to break you.

“Come for me, princess,” Ethan purred.

You reached your high, convulsing beneath Ethan and screaming out his name as your juices poured out over him. Ethan’s thrusts got much sloppier, and he finished soon after, his come filling you right up to the brim. You shook beneath him, moisture clinging to your eyes as he pulled out and cleaned you up with small kitten licks.

Ethan crawled up to your side, giving you a moment to breathe. You rolled onto your side to face him, feeling exhausted. Ethan rolled to his side too, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your forehead and gently slide his fingers through your tangles.

“Goodnight, beautiful,” he murmured.

But your head buried into his warm chest, you were already out.

- The next morning -

You awoke with a headache, the events of last night coming rushing back to your head at once. You blinked a couple of times and looked up to see Ethan still passed out, he’d fallen asleep with one arm locked tightly around you. 

“Mmph,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes and sliding out of Ethan’s hold.

You sat upright, bringing your knees to your chest and placing your head in them while you struggled with what you were going to tell Ethan.

You knew for a fact that alcohol or no alcohol, you were sure of what you’d wanted last night, but you weren’t sure if you could say the same for him.

“Hey,” Ethan said, pulling himself up onto the pillows.

You lifted your head to look at him.

“How’s my not-so-good-girl,” he teased, ruffling his hair.

You scoffed and shook your head, “I don’t know, to be honest.”

“I could’ve sworn you said that same thing to me last night before getting drunk off your mind,” Ethan chuckled.

“You remember that?” you laughed weakly, picking through your foggy memories.

“Of course,” E said, his smile faltering.

“Look, alcohol doesn’t affect me quite as strongly as it does to you,” he started,”so if last night was a mistake to you-”

“Was it a mistake to you?” you cut him off, a knot of fear growing in your belly.

Ethan frowned at you, “Of course not, (Y/N), you can’t even begin to imagine how long I’ve been waiting for last night to happen,” he said. Then his eyes grew wide and he groaned in frustration, “Last night was a mistake to you, wasn’t it?” he hit his palms against his head.

“No,” you said. “Well of course I didn’t want things to happen quite like that, but well, you know.”

Ethan smiled curiously, “Really?”

“Really,” you smiled nervously.

“So then, you tell me,” Ethan grinned, “we had a promise.”

You raised an eyebrow in question.

“Do you swear off nights like last night and place full blame on me?” he asked.

“Nights like last night,” you repeated.

Ethan nodded, his brown eyes fixated on you.

“I get the feeling that ‘nights’ symbolizes something more than just a fling,” you laughed, “In which case, no, I would very much want to try out ‘nights’ some more.”

Ethan’s face lit up, “See, just like I said. I promised you’d come around.”

You plopped back down into the sheets, rolling back under Ethan’s arm and snuggling into him, “I guess you were right.”

you know, I love this scene in the movie but I also love this alternate take because of the familiarity of it? How normal it just feels.
Like, this is the first time we ever see the crew outside of their work place, with casual clothes, just having fun at a party. And it’s the only real glimpse we get of them being just friends hanging out together.. of their family dynamic.
I love Spock and Nyota seem to be sharing a little happy kiss in front of their friends because, really, they already know they are an item since years and no one really cares about the pda at this point because they are used to it (and our expectations and prejudices about Spock as an introvert private vulcan are, once again, proved wrong by my dude because this would be the second time he has game kisses his girl in front of other people /DGAForeva) And Jim is affectionately making a subtle ‘kissy’ face to tease them a bit for it because it’s adorbs, and maybe he’s the one who teases them about their little pda and always makes faces at them, this is his thing. Bones is just thinking about the new ship and…space, and trying to remember why he chose this job, again, but also really hoping that new medbay will finally be adeguate to his patients’ needs, and that they have fixed all the things that he had complained about for 3 years (and if they didn’t, he’ll just complain about it to Jim, again). Then there is Pavel who is just happy.. look Hikaru look!  and Sulu’s like I know I know, and he puts his arm around Chekov and he’s about to put his arm on Spock’s back too, but he stops because he remembers that not all his friends are the same, even if he loves them all the same.
Scotty is probably noticing, even from distance, all the things he doesn’t like already.. like a proud father looking at the wedding dress of his daughter and trying to understand if it’s truly adeguate for her beauty or they could do better.
and then there is Jaylah who really doesn’t look that interested about the Enterprise, because, after all, she doesn’t even know her. And it’s not the Franklin, it’s not her home yet. For now she’s more focused on that starfleet card in her hand and imagining how the Academy will be her home from now on and all the things she will learn there.

God’s Wife

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Title: God’s Wife

Pairing: God!Chuck x Reader

Word count: 944

Warnings: Fluff!

A/N: This was requested by an Anon! I hope you all love this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much <3 <3

Being in the bunker with the Winchesters was proving to be a challenge for Chuck.  He missed seeing you all the time.  Defeating Amara was the only way he could protect you.  He was willing to do anything for you.  The bunker was one of the safest places on Earth for the time being.

Chuck snapped his fingers without a second thought, bringing you to the bunker.  When his eyes fell on you as you stood before him, he could only smile.  “[Y/N],” Chuck spoke softly, causing you to turn around.

You spun on your heels facing your husband.   A smile immediately spread across your face as you threw your arms around Chuck.  “Hey Chuck,” you beamed.  “How have you been?  I haven’t seen you in a few weeks.  Is everything okay?”

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Imagine Loving Castiel

Castiel X Reader

Love was.. complicated. You’d never had good luck when it came to love. Hell, you didn’t even think about love anymore. That was, until Castiel came into your life. He was a literal angel, but to you, he was just Cas. Beautiful, sensitive, perfect Cas. 

“(Y/n),” Cas sat down on the couch beside you, watching you read your book. “I have a question.”

“I may have an answer.” You glanced up to see his brows furrowed and eyes curiously raking over your face. 

“What is love to you?” Well, that is a rather tough question. You put your book down and looked up at the ceiling. 

“Hm.” You hummed. You’d never really thought about what love meant to you. You knew it was supposed to be important. You knew you felt it, but could you explain it? “Love is.. innocent.” You tried. “It makes your heart swell, your mind feel fuzzy, and your stomach feel like there are a million butterflies dancing inside.” You imagined the first time you ever met Castiel. “Love is something you never see coming, something you thought you knew, but turns out, it was just waiting for you. I guess love is just a chance to be truly happy.” You looked back at Cas and saw the interest on his face. “Sorry, I guess I rambled a bit, didn’t I?” You smiled, pulling your book back up.  

“(Y/n), are you happy?” He asked. 

“Your questions today are very deep.” You laughed a bit. “Um, I think so. I’m happy when I’m with you. I’m happy when I’m with Sam and Dean. You guys make me happy.“ 

"How come you don’t categorize me with the Winchester’s?” Cas was stating to pry. He was looking for something specific here and that made you uneasy. 

“Are you feeling okay, Cas?" 

"I- Yes. I’m just curious about you; about us.” He shifted next to you.

“What about us?” You closed your book at this. 

“You said love is innocent. Neither of us are innocent beings, does that mean we cannot find love?" 

"Love is innocent in itself. Does that make sense? Two people who have done terrible things can find each other and still share something innocent.” You explained. It was surprisingly easy to explain what love is. Years ago, you would have just said you didn’t know, but now, you think you have a clear idea. “Do you think you love someone, Cas?" 

He nodded his head, looking down at his clasped hands. 

"And you want to tell them?" 

"Very much.” Castiel’s cheeks were growing pinker by the second. Your curiosity was getting the better of you. 

“What’s stopping you?” You inched closer.

“She.. I don’t know if she loves me too.” He shook his head, glancing over at you with worried eyes. “It would be an honor to be loved by someone as celestial as she.” He watched the way your eyes trailed over his face and he saw it then. Maybe you could love him. “Someone as radiant as you..” His eyes found yours and he couldn’t miss the spark within them and then, your lips were on his.

“Love is easy with you.”

A/N sooo, this is my second IT imagine and I hope you guys like it, especially the anon who requested it!! I think Stan is up next, but I may be wrong. I really want to write for Mike, he needs more love!!

Summary: Reader is 16 and dating Billy, and some of the Losers don’t like it.

Warnings: just an age difference, if that needs a warning. Some light swearing (from Richie, of course).

Bill Denbrough

You walked out of school with a grin on your face as you let out a laugh at something your friend had said, the both of you overjoyed at the thought of summer beginning. You glanced to your left for no apparent reason as she said something you didn’t hear, seeing Henry Bowers speaking to the Losers’ club – as they called themselves. You frowned, and told your friend you’d see her around.

She followed your gaze as you began walking off, and sighed,“One day, you’re gonna get yourself hurt!”

You looked back at her with a small smile,“And when that day comes, I’ll get my brother on him!” She rolled her eyes with a laugh and began walking off in the opposite direction, knowing what you were saying was true and that you’d be alright. Your brother was nineteen, and all of the boys at school were scared of him because of how strong and protective of you he was.

“Oh, Henry,” you drawled as you got closer, seeing Henry now in Billy Denbrough’s face, causing them all to look over at you. “Please don’t tell me you’re picking on these boys again?” You gently grabbed onto Billy’s arm and pulled him away from Henry and his gang, looking over the four of them. Henry gritted his teeth in annoyance,“Nope, just having a word with our friend, Billy, here.”

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Just a Secretary Tommy x Reader

Here’s my Tommy fic that I’ve made all of you wonderful people wait too long for.

Request: OK so here it is: Tommy being in love with a younger reader and being like super protective/jealous of her around Finn and Michael and smut happening cause she’s a teaser

Hope this is OK anon. I changed it a bit unknowingly.

Warnings: Cursing, terribly written smut

Walking into Shelby Brother Limited, I took off my hat, shaking the drops of rain off my shoulders before hanging my coat up on the hook.

“Good morning boys.” Finn was sitting on Michaels desk, talking in hushed whispers. They both turned towards me, smiles stretching across their faces.

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GRAYSON DOLAN X READER

“Friends”

Anon request: Hi could I get a Grayson imagine? This may be very unoriginal, but could I get one where the reader and Grayson are very close as best friends, and they’re just hanging out or something, but throughout the story their friendship turn into something more?😁 I love your imagines by the way!

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It was one in the morning when Grayson texted you. Luckily for him, you never slept either, which meant you were awake too. Unluckily for you, you were wearing pj shorts, a tank top, and socks with pizzas all over them, so you were not really looking too good. Grayson had asked you come over with no context provided, and you being you, accepted the request. And now you were waiting outside his house, still wearing your pj’s, and shivering from the cold.

“Hey,” the door swung open, warm light pouring through the cracks and Illuminating Grayson’s face. “Oh-wow-sorry-come in,” he stumbled, looking you over and stepping aside.

“T-thanks,” you stuttered and stepped in gratefully, skipping through the living room and plopping down in front of the cushy couch. A glowing fire had been lit, so you stretched your legs out across the soft carpet and extended your hands towards the flames.

“Here,” Gray plopped down beside you, pulling off his hoodie and offering it to you.  He wore a plain black tee underneath, matched with navy sweats.

You took the grey hoodie and pulled it over your head, but it was so huge on you, you felt like you’d been stuffed into a potato sack. A potato sack which happened to smell really damn good.

“Cute socks,” Grayson said, stretching his legs out and knocking his foot playfully against yours.

“Thanks,” you said with a little smile.

“Sorry for asking you here so lat-early,” Grayson chuckled softly.

“Well you promised me cookies, so…” you giggled.

Grayson rolled his eyes with a laugh and reached back before pulling out a plate covered in gooey chocolate chip cookies.

“Wait, really?!” you gasped.

“You thought I was lying?”

“Well, I would’ve come either way!”

“Really?” Grayson said, his full lips twitching upwards.

“Sure,” you shrugged, “that’s what friends are for.”

Grayson’s smile faltered slightly, but he regained his composition quickly, “Yeah.”

“Do you have mi-” you began.

“Yeah yeah, I’ve learnt by now that you only like cookies with milk,” Grayson sighed, handing you a mug.

You gave him a big smile before grabbing the cup, and saying sarcastically, “You know me sooo well.”

And with that you dunked your cookie and shoved it in your mouth in a most unattractive way.

Grayson raised an eyebrow, trying to refrain from snorting with laughter.

“A lady,” you began, through a mouthful of cookie, “always has grace and poise,” you took a swig of milk, “and beauty,” you swallowed, a bit of milk dribbling out your mouth.

Grayson burst out laughing, his face going red as he bent over his knees through fits of giggles that you mimicked.

“Hey hey hey,” you laughed, “judge all you want, but I will eat all these cookies if you do not.”

Grayson recovered and sat back up, extending his hand for a cookie, “Kay.”

“Open your mouth,” you said, taking a cookie.

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

“Well what if I don’t want t-”

“Can you please just-”

“I don’t feel like i-”

Halfway through his sentence you shoved a cookie into Grayson’s open mouth to shut him up.

He snickered and ate it, his eyes going dark, an eyebrow raised in challenge.

“You think you’re funny?” he smiled mischievously.

“Yeah, actually, I do,” you said nervously, sensing a threat.

Grayson pounced on you with no warning, his hands coming down to your waist, where he began to ruthlessly tickle you. You squirmed beneath him, having absolutely no chance of breaking his strong grip on you. He flashed a grin as you begged for mercy, your eyes watering as you kicked the ground, your hands flying ou-

Your hand hit something, which then rolled across the carpet.

“Oh shit,” you sat up, Grayson releasing you to see what happened.

A trail of milk spilt over the carpet, the mug rolling off the carpet and onto the dark wooden floors.

“I’m…so sorry…” you said in shock.

“It’s fi-” Gray started.

You jumped up from the carpet and picked up the mug from the floor, heading to the kitchen and returning with a wet towel which you used to begin scrubbing out any traces of a stain.

“(Y/N)-” Grayson tried.

“I didn’t mean to,” you said, scrubbing with more force.

“(Y/N),” Grayson said, his voice coming close, his hand on your shoulder.

You sunk down in defeat, turning to face him and crossing your legs, your head hanging.

“Honestly, don’t worry about it,” he smiled softly, his eyes trying to coax yours up.

You sighed, opening your mouth to speak, but he cut you off.

“Hey,” he murmured, two of his fingers crawling under your chin and lifting your face up, “that’s what friends are for.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little bit at this.

“I’m so lucky to be able to say that you, Grayson Dolan, are my best friend,” you grinned.

He nodded quite solemnly, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you into his chest for a hug. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, Grayson’s hand coming up to hold the back of your head gently, his fingers caressing you, his breath light as it fell over your skin. Your eyes fluttered closed as you sighed with content into his sun kissed skin.

“Oh yeah,” you remembered, “why did you invite me here, anyway?”

Grayson paused, “it was my fault for the mug, I was a bit rough,” he diverted the topic.

“Pfft,” you said, pulling out of the hug but staying close to Gray, “no it’s not, now answer the question.”

“What question? Grayson said, trying to act oblivious.

“Ha ha, how funny,” you mocked.

He shrugged, his eyes pulling away from yours, “I don’t know..I just wanted to see you.”

You snickered, “One in the morning, and you wanted to be with me?!”

“I always want to be with you,” he said simply, his eyes on the flickering orangey-red embers.

“That’s hilarious,” you cheesed.

“Is it so hard to believe?” he asked, turning his head back to yours, his voice serious.

“Um,” you said, your smile fading, your heartbeat suddenly sounding loud in your ears, “I-I don’t know.”

“Well why are you here?” Grayson asked, his curious hazel eyes searching yours.

“Because, I-,” you paused, “You asked me.”

“Yeah, I asked you, at one in the morning, and you said yes without a second’s hesitation,” he pondered aloud.

You gulped nervously, aware of your cheeks steadily flushing rose.

“W-I don’t know, I was just being a good-”

“Friend,” Grayson finished, his voice a low whisper.

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked you over in wonder.

“…Friend,” you nodded, taking in a deep breath, your eyes diverting away from his as you said it.

Grayson extended his hand, brushing his thumb lightly over your cheek.

“Look, Grayson, I-” you began.

“I know,” he sighed, dropping his hand in defeat.

“Do you?” you said, pushing a strand of hair from your eyes.

“I probably shouldn’t have fallen for my best friend,” he murmured sadly.

“Gray-” you began.

“Just,” he interrupted, “Don’t.”

You turned your eyes back to his intense gaze.

“I get it,” he blinked, moving to stand, “so I don’t need to hear you say it.”

“Jeez, one of these day’s, you’re going to learn to let me finish a sentence,” you said in exasperation, suddenly grabbing Grayson roughly by his collar and pulling his lips right down onto yours. There was a fleeting second of confusion when his lips crashed into yours, but from there it was a tangle of body parts and hungry kisses. Your hands tugged at the back of Gray’s hair, your breath coming short as you nibbled his bottom lip, not having a second to breathe before he drowned you with more affection, your lips molding together. Grayson nipped at you gently, one of his hands coming to cup your face, his skin warm and soft against yours. You kissed him deeply once more before pulling back, your eyes closed, your breath ragged.

 There was a moment of silence where you caught your breath and prepared what to say.

“I thought we were ‘friends,’” Grayson mumbled, keeping his forehead to yours.

“Well, I’d say there’s no better person to fall in love with than a friend,” you smirked, your eyes fluttering open to meet his.

His eyes were crinkled sadly, his lips parted.

“I never thought you could love me,” he said, which physically pained you to hear.

You brushed your fingers lightly against Gray’s bottom lip, a smile tickling the corners of your mouth, “Well, I probably shouldn’t have fallen for my best friend,” you whispered.

TONIGHT, WE SLEEP
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Summary: You, Rocket and Groot end up stuck spending the night at one of Contraxia’s love hotels. Rocket enjoys teasing you, but doesn’t expect what you do in return.
Warnings: No?? Just flirting…but I dont think thats a warning.
A/N: My first Rocket imagine! I usually dont like writing imagines for characters I like because I tend to lose interest. But I decided to try it out. Hopefully next time, it’ll get better and more ~intense~
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The room hummed under the red glow of neon lamps and the lovers bed pressed up against the wall. You felt the walls muffle your voice, unsure of how to ask Rocket why this was the only available place for them to sleep in. Besides the thick silence hung between the three of you, and the occasional rattling of the cheaply plastered velvet walls, the only sounds to be heard was beyond the glass window wrapped up in curtains. Mainly the rowdiness of drunkards and the piercing laughter that cut through the cold winter night of Contraxia. Then again, every night here is a cold winter night.
Your hands instinctively rubbed your upper arms, trying to warm up in the unusually cold room. There were many reasons this hotel would want cold rooms, some sexual and others less so. Groot was the first to move, walking towards the wall by the glass window and sitting down.
“I am Groot,” He reclined back, his body slowly becoming connected to the wall as he gazed outside to the different species stumbling about. Rocket followed after him, setting his bag down on the right side of the bed, keeping himself occupied with unpacking. You bit the inside of your cheek, watching him only momentarily before excusing yourself to the bathroom to shower.
Rocket began to assemble his gun, getting it ready just in case anything happened during the night. After a couple visits to Contraxia, he knew better than to come unprepared.
“I am Groot,” Groot spoke, causing Rocket to freeze up. He let out a sigh, shaking his head and continuing his work.
“Because we didn’t have enough units to stay at a nice place like The Divine.” He dragged out, revealing his canines. Rewards were coming in slowly, and their collective spending habits were high matinence. This cheesy love hotel was the only thing they could afford on this planet while their ship was under repairs. Needless to say, Reception looked mildly confused at the three of them walking in and requesting a one bedroom.
“I am Groot,” He said once more, turning his head back towards the window. Rocket rolled his eyes, finishing the final details to his weapon. His ear twitched at the sound of the water turning off, his eyes flickering at the shut door, waiting for you to come out.
“Why don’t you just get some shut-eye? Not my fault we couldn’t get separate rooms,” He grumbled, looking down at his gun as be screwed a bolt in tightly with his fingers. Groot didn’t respond, merely closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he felt himself become rooted into the wall. Rocket perked his head up at the sound of the door sliding open. He watched you pad out of the bathroom, a slip hanging off your shoulders as you dried the top of your hair.
“Did Groot fall asleep already?” You asked, tossing the towel to the side as Rocket murmured in agreement. After walking up to Groot, you kissed him on his forehead before walking towards the bed.
“How come you don’t kiss me like that before I go to bed?” Rocket asked, grinning to himself as you felt your face heat up. The words got lodged in your throat, so you stayed silent and looked away from him. “Left you speechless? That’s usually the effect I have on people,” He snickered, closing a final compartment on his gun and placing it against the bed.
“Its not funny,” You said, grabbing the covers and pulling them over your shoulders as you curled away from Rocket. He clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes as he got up on the bed. His nose wiggled in your hair, just brushing against the back of your neck.
“I think its cute,” He murmured, his paw resting on your waist as he pulled himself closer. “I love getting you all riled up,” His voice was low, feeling his breath right along your ear before feeling his teeth scrape lightly against the flesh on your neck.
“Maybe Groot should have slept on the bed instead,” You barked back, Rocket grinning at the remark.
“And have you sleep on the floor? Besides, I wouldn’t be able to do all this with Groot,” He snickered. You turned around, your lower lip sticking out in a pout as your brows furrowed.
“What’s with the face, Babydoll?” He mocked you, his ears pressing against his head. Tonight was not the night. Perhaps it was because this wasn’t the first instance of him flirting with you. Or perhaps it was because you didn’t want Rocket to only see you as a blushing mess. Perhaps it was because you wanted him to see you as someone who could keep up with him. It was most definitely because you loved him, though.
Your hands reached out for his, enclosing them with your fists and pinning them above his head as you straddled him. His eyes were wide, watching uncertainty hide behind your irises as your hair fell to one side.
“What’s with the face, Babydoll?” She mocked. Rocket closed his eyes, shaking his head for a second before opening them again and grinning.
“I think I like this side of you,” He whispered, making sure Groot couldn’t hear them.
You rolled your eyes, “It’s a hotel. We are supposed to sleep. Do you think you can do that just for this one night?” You asked, a glimmer of mischief in Rocket’s eyes.
“Actually it’s a Love Hotel,” He corrected. “If I’m not mistaken, we aren’t supposed to be sleeping,” His brow raised, looking up at you as his left ear twitched.
“Maybe another night, Rocket. Tonight, we sleep,” You said, rolling off of him and getting under the comforter.
“Another night?” He echoed. “I don’t know…perhaps we should get a sneak peak-“ You interrupted him by grabbing him by the waist and pulling him close to you. His head laid on your chest, hearing your heartbeat.
“Tonight, we sleep,” You mumbled, eyes closed as Rocket agreed in silence. Tonight you would sleep.

I just love you so fucking much

(Zach Dempsey mini-series part II)

Part I Part III

A/N: Here you have a second part, I think I’m going two more parts (like a mini series) so enjoy it :)

Warnings: English is not my first language.

Words: 1.793

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Masterpost


It had been almost four months since Zach asked me out that wonderful day and I’m glad to say that I made the right decision because being with him was the best thing that had happened to me in a long time.

I already knew how kind he could be, but now it was something totally different, he made me feel like if there were no one else in this world but us, he always had a compliment for me in the mornings and the thing I liked the most was that he never tried to hide our relationship, in fact, there were times that it looked like he wanted everyone to know that we were together.

Nevertheless I didn’t like spending time with his friends, I have to say that Alex was my favourite and we used to talk in school, Justin was better than I expected, Monty thought he was better than everyone else and I didn’t even want to see Bryce, having him around made me feel uncomfortable.

Even though everything was ideal there was something around my head lately and it was the fact that we hadn’t done it yet. There had been so many opportunities, but we didn’t make it to the end.

We were taking things slowly and I loved it because that was one of the reasons why our relationship was drama free, bit when it came to that particular thing I couldn’t help but feel bad with myself because it was always him the one who avoided the situation and I knew he had been in other relationships and one night stands, so I couldn’t understand why he didn’t want to have sex with me.

“Oh come on love” he begged pulling my hand backwards in his direction so I could face him “come to the party, you never come to any of them” he was making a puppy face, something he knew that always worked.

“Maybe because I don’t like parties and because you always get drunk” I answered trying to stay firm.

“I promise, if you come I won’t drink a single cup” he said lifting his hand, like he was doing an oath.

“I don’t know Zach… I don’t feel like going to a party” I stopped looking at him and I lowered my tone “but that doesn’t mean you can’t go and have fun”

If there were something I wanted to avoid that was being a possessive girlfriend, one who deprives his boyfriend of things if she’s not involved, I didn’t want to make Zach stop having fun because of my insecurities.

“I would have fun if you were there” I looked at him in the eyes again, with all the love I had to give him with just a look and he brought his lips to mine immediately.

“I’m going to be late for math” I mumble between kisses.

“Then I’ll see you later” he said before giving me another kiss in my lips and other in my forehead, he let my hand go and left for his next class.

I walked to math where I sat with Alex, which wasn’t a great help because neither him nor me were good in this class.

While we were doing the exercises the teacher had said, and I had to say I was trying really hard to understand something in that paper, Alex talked.

“Are you going to tell me what the matter is?” I lifted my head to look at him, I didn’t get what he was talking about “You’re awfully quiet today and what’s even worst, you’re trying to do this exercises, something is really wrong” I sighed, resting my back in the chair; I didn’t think it was so obvious.

“Normally I wouldn’t say this to anyone, I’m not that kind of person who talks about her private life, but since you know Zach longer than me, maybe you can help me with something” I lowered my voice so no one could hear us, even though we were sitting at the back of the class.

“I’m listening”

“The thing is… Zach and me, we haven’t… you know” I didn’t want to say it out loud, but he got what I was trying to say “and it’s always him the one who makes some excuse to avoid the situation and I’m losing my mind trying to find a reasonable answer”

“Have you asked him?” he said it as if it was the most obvious thing to do.

“Of course no, I don’t want to scare him or something. I mean, it’s Zach, why wouldn’t he want to do it? I know his history perfectly”

“Do you think he’s cheating on you?”

“What?!” I exclaimed in a whisper “Not until now, thank you Alex”

I didn’t want Alex’s words to get to me, but unfortunately it was too late, they were setting a camp in my head and taking control of my insecurities.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were trying to say that” I couldn’t be mad at Alex for suggesting that, I’m sure that’s the first thing you think about in a situation like this.

The bell rang and I got my things really quick to get out of there before Zach came to pick me up like he always did between classes.

I didn’t want to overreact because I hated when that happened, but I couldn’t help the feeling inside me telling me to go home, so I listened to it and I left without saying a word.

There were no one at home, so I went upstairs to my room and once I was there I let myself fall on my bed with my hands on my face, like if that could make reality disappear, I was making a big deal of this.

My phone rang again, it’s been ringing since I left, calls and messages form the same person, Zach. I hadn’t read the messages, but I could imagine he wanted to know where I was and what was going on and as much I wanted to avoid the situation I couldn’t do it forever, so I took my phone and I read the messages, replying to them just with “I’m home.”

I didn’t get an answer, but I knew why and when I heard someone knocking at my door I confirmed my doubts.

I went downstairs and opened, when I saw him I noticed how worried he was, but he didn’t say anything due to the expression on my face. I step aside so he could come inside and I closed the door, going to my room again followed by Zach this time.

When I heard he closing the door I turned to look at him, trying to prepare myself for what I was going to say.

“Zach… are you cheating on me?” I pushed my lips together after asking that, I didn’t want to cry for this.

“What?! Of course not, why would you think that?” he asked sorting the space between us and trying to grab my hand, which I moved away.

“Because I don’t know what to think, I’m losing my head trying to understand why every time we’re about to do something more than just make out you stop and make some excuse to leave” his expression was confusion, he was going to say something, but he closed his mouth again “If you don’t want me you just have to say it, but please… don’t make me fall more for you” my voice was cracking more and more by the second “Because I will suffer more when you leave” He sighed and looked me right in the eyes, putting his hands on my cheeks.

“In what world I wouldn’t want you?” he asked looking from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes again, like if he was doing a big effort by not kissing me right now.

“Then why?”

“Because I love you” my heart stopped in that exact moment, he was the first of us to say those words “and I didn’t want you to think that you were like the rest, because you’re nothing like them”

I put my arms around his neck and I kissed him like I’ve never kissed him before. He brought his hands to my waist and kissed me back passionately making both of us breathless.

“I love you Zach” I said just a few inches from his lips just before he kissed me again.

I felt him smile widely while we were kissing due to my words and I couldn’t help but giggle and break the kiss.

With his arms around my waist he lifted me from the ground; I put my legs around his waist and laughed even more. He walked to my bed, tripping over my bag in the process and making us fall in the mattress.

“You were supposed to be the clumsy one” he said, still on top of me.

“We can share the title” I answered cupping his face between my hands and kissing him.

His kisses were different from the usual, this time they were more passionate and needed, which turned me on so much.

I put my hands on his shoulders, grabbing the neck of his letterman jacket with my hands and taking it off of him.

Then I slide my hands down his torso until I reached the end of his t-shirt and I got my hands under the fabric so I could touch his warm skin. He kissed his way through my lips to my neck making me moan a little and lifting his shirts quickly.

He sit himself straight to take the shirt off completely and I could look at his spectacular body, which a loved feeling on mine.

He put his hands in the sides of my head again, but before he kissed me again I enclosed my arms around his neck and made us roll on the mattress so I would be on top of him.

I looked at him, smiling like a fool when I saw his smile. I sorted the distance to kiss him, but this time slowly, just enjoying the friction between his lips with mine.

I stopped the kiss to look at him again, caressing the soft skin on his cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” he asked

“Nothing” I stopped for a second “I was just looking how lucky I am” I whispered.

He put his hands on my hips while he sat straight under my legs, in that position our faces were at the same height, but I can swear my heart was above the clouds.

“Oh god I just love you so fucking much” he said with a waspy voice before he sweetly kissed me again.

Dean pushed the motel room door open to find you exactly where he left you. You had refused to participate in the hunt the boys were currently working because it hit too close to home. You also had no fucking desire to talk about it with either of the Winchesters but especially Dean.

“There are locks on motel room doors for a reason, asshats,” you grumbled, turning over in the bed and facing away from the brothers. You caught a glimpse of Sam’s face, and he looked guilty, like he actually felt bad for breaking into your room.

Dean on the other hand just looked angry. You didn’t owe him any kind of an explanation. If you wanted to sit out a hunt, it was your damn prerogative.

“Sammy, I got this,” Dean said through clenched teeth. You could briefly hear Sam protest, but you were sure Dean had given him a look that could kill because you heard the younger Winchester’s response.

“Fine,” he huffed stepping away and heading back to the room the boys were sharing.

Dean closed the door with a thud.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice low and irritated.

“I swear to god, Dean, I don’t want to talk about it. Especially not with you. You push this, and I might literally rip your nut sack off. Right off,” you motioned with your hand without turning to look at him. You felt a tear escape your eye, and you hurried to wipe it away.

“First off all, rude. Second of all, I know you,” he growled low in his throat. “Hunts don’t bother you. Even the awful ones that remind you of how you lost your family. You’re tough as nails. You push everything down and power on. You’re a pro. I’d almost say you’re better at pushing away emotions than I am, and we both know that’s saying something.”

“You got that fucking right,” you huffed as you turned away from him again, tears steadily streaming down your face now. “Did you at least finish off the fucker?” you asked, hoping this hunt was over so that you could move on and get back to yourself without having to talk about it.

He sat down on the bed next to yours and watched you carefully.

“The Djinn is dead,” he stated. “Now are you gonna talk about this or what? You never refuse to go on a hunt. Ever. What the hell is going on?”

You sat up then, throwing your legs over the bed, the tear stains on your face evident. Dean was clearly taken aback. He rubbed his neck and looked away briefly before locking eyes with yours and pushing forward.

“Let’s talk about it. Clearly you need to, sweetheart,” he said, his voice suddenly softer now.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Don’t placate me Dean. And don’t call me sweetheart,” you growled, finally meeting his eyes.

“What’s going on?” he pleaded, leaning forward, his forearms on his knees. “Is this about when you were captured by a Djinn, and we couldn’t find you for a few days? You never talked about that, but I had never seen you so scared,” Dean commented. “But you never let a monster getting a hold of you phase you. Ever,” Dean said dismissively.

You swallowed thickly and locked eyes with him. “When that monster takes away the person you love over and over again, you aren’t too keen on facing one of its kind again.” The words stumbled out of your mouth.

“Djinn don’t work like that. I remember. You get your wildest dreams,” Dean stated, confused.

“Not the one that had me. Fear. It fed on fear. And apparently my biggest fear is losing you. I watched you die over and over again those few days I was alone, waiting,” tears fell down your cheeks in earnest.

“Wait. What?” Dean asked, confused. “I don’t understand,” he mumbled, fidgeting with his pants because he didn’t know what else to do.

“I fucking love you, Dean, but don’t figure it out from the context clues or anything,” you huffed, pulling your knees up to your chest and sobbing. “I couldn’t risk getting taken again. Fears or the best dream ever, it would have involved you,” you admitted, looking into his eyes. “I couldn’t lose you over and over again,” you powered on. “And I couldn’t have you in the best way possible only to have it ripped away when you came to my rescue,” you sobbed.

Dean’s legs moved quickly, and he sat down beside you. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, and you fell into him. You cried. You cried for what felt like hours while Dean ran his fingers through your hair and rubbed your back soothingly.

“I didn’t know,” he mumbled. It was then that you realized Dean had been crying too. “I had no fucking clue,” he whispered as you pulled away to look into his eyes. Your eyes met for a brief second before his lips crashed to yours. You clung to him, the kiss desperate and deep, your tears mixing with his. He pulled away finally and whispered, “I’m so, so sorry.”

His hand cupped your face and you didn’t jerk away from his touch.

“I’ve always loved you, but you deserve better than me,” he said.

You laughed as you sobbed. “I may ‘deserve’ better, Dean, but you’re what I want. Obviously. Dreams and fears don’t lie,” you whispered as you looked into his eyes.

His eyes darted back and forth as he searched yours. His lips found yours again, this kiss tender and full of promise. “I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “And I’m going to my best to make sure your dreams aren’t torn away from you again and that your fears are never realized,” he promised, his forehead falling against yours.

“Dean, don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you answered, your hand moving to his neck and pulling him into a kiss. You felt him start to protest, but he melted into your touch.

You didn’t doubt he could make your dreams come true, but staying alive wasn’t exactly Dean Winchester’s forte.

And he had the Mark of Cain.

You knew that couldn’t end well for either of you.

More Important

Submitted by: @mamapeterson (I really hope it’s not shit and that y’all like it…personal shit and what not…)

*Warning!!! *Depression and mentions of attempted suicide* Do not read if this might upset you!*


Dean was home early. Earlier than you had originally expected.

‘Great.’ You thought to yourself as you heard his loud hurried footsteps on the stairs. He must have read your note that you left him on the kitchen counter.

Not a moment later he kicked down the bathroom door, small wooden splinters flying in the air at the force he used, which also caused you to jump and drop the large white pill bottle out of your hand.

Slowly you turned around and faced Dean. His face held numerous emotions. Fear, panic, relief, and now you could see slight anger growing in his eyes as tears cascaded down them,  “What the hell are you doing Y/N?!”

“I-I…you aren’t supposed to be home yet…”

“Well it’s a good thing I came home when I did! I was going to surprise you but…I come home to that note downstairs instead.” He sighed out your name as he carefully reached out to grab your hand, moving to seat you on the side of the tub while he takes the floor. “Baby…what’s-what’s going on? Why do you feel the need to do this? You know this isn’t an option, right? We can work this out…together. You just have to let me help you.”

You had started to cry while he gently spoke to you and stroked your hand with his thumb, “I’m t-too broken D-Dean…you don’t really love me, you say you do but I know it’s all just pity for the poor girl who has no one. I’m just broken.” You repeated that phrase like it was your life’s mantra.

“I don’t care.” Dean’s teary eyes were trained on you as his voice cracked under the heavy weight of emotion. “I don’t care if you’re broken, do you think I’m the most stable person on this planet? Cause I sure the hell ain’t sweetheart.” He moved to sit up on his knees so that his face could be closer to yours, “And Y/N don’t you dare for one second think that I don’t really love you. You’re more important than anything else to me. I love you with my whole being and if only you could see how much you mean to me through my eyes you would understand. It’s not pity, baby, it’s true love.”

He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and kissed you on the forehead, “It’s just your mind telling you shit and you can’t always listen to what it has to say. I’ll always be here to talk it out so you don’t think you have to resort to this-” Dean points to the white tiled floor with the multi-colored pills lying across it, “-ever again. Okay? Are you gonna let me help you?”

At that point you were trying your hardest to keep your cool while he spoke but right after he finished, it’s like the whole dam broke. You threw yourself into his arms and started sobbing, “I’m s-sorry…I-I’m so sorry!”

Dean held you tight against him and let you cry it all out, he was even crying himself. “Sshhh it’s okay, just don’t ever scare me like that again. I don’t know what I would have done if I found yo-” Dean shook his head and tried to level out his breathing, he had to stay strong for you, “But I didn’t and we’re going to get you the help that you need. Come on now, let’s go lie down in bed.”

He felt you nod against his shoulder and then picked you up, walking you over to the bed. Ever so gently laying you down, he got in beside you and never let you out of his sight or his grasp for the rest of the night. Well except to go get the pizza from the delivery boy and to also flush all of those pills down the toilet; that inevitable circumstance to what you were planning still looming over his head as he crawled back into the bed with you.

You had quite the challenge ahead of you but as long as you worked through it together, with him, you knew you were going to be okay.

Imagine breaking up with Chris.

A/N: Just wanted to test my limits as a writer and write some angst. 

You sat outside Chris’ house in a cab, terrified to go inside. The air inside had been thick with an impending tragedy since the morning; though the inhabitants could sense it, neither were ready to face it. Up until a few days ago, you’d never imagine you’d associate the feelings of fear and angst with Chris. It was unbeknownst to you, how a man you swore you saw the rest of your life with could bring forth such unwanted emotions. He was a good man, one of the best people you’d ever encounter in your lifetime. What you felt had nothing to do with him as a person; it wasn’t a reflection of your time together; and it didn’t tarnish the good feelings and wonderful memories you’d procured over three years. There was no explanation as to why a relationship everyone had expected to make all the way to a pretty white chapel was coming to an end. Sometimes things just didn’t work out, sometimes two people weren’t meant to be together despite how perfect they seemed for each other. It was unfair, but that was the odious reality.

Earlier, at 7:48PM, when Chris returned home from the gym to find his house without your presence, he knew you were attempting to prolong your workday in order to avoid the confrontation. He, too, wanted to avoid it; of all the things he’d give to be as far from it, his privacy was one of them. As he waited for your inevitable return, he’d found himself wishing he was on a press tour because he’d rather be with invasive journalists than in the same house with the girl he loved but had no future with. He felt terrible when he realized it was relief surging through him when he walked in to see you hadn’t returned from work yet. He didn’t understand what went wrong, he was so sure you’d been on the same path as him. And why wouldn’t he have been? You’d always been adamant about what you wanted in a relationship; how marriage and kids were part of your eventual plan. You told him when you first met him at twenty-three that twenty-six was the golden age for all of that. So why was it that when he asked you to marry him three days ago, you hesitated.

The diamond ring felt heavy on your finger as you lifted your left hand to grab your change from the cab driver. You got out of the cab and watched it drive away before you took carefully measured steps towards the front door. You felt like a soldier cautiously approaching the enemy’s base. Even with your guard up, you weren’t ready for the battle awaiting you. Your hands were as cold as the metal key you pulled out from your bag; your stomach twisted and turned like the mechanisms in the lock; and your heart skipped a beat that would’ve been as loud as the click when you successfully unlocked the front door. With a deep breath, you quietly pushed open the door and walked into the house.

Like every other night when you returned home from work, Dodger was waiting for you. However, tonight, his tail wasn’t wagging. It was almost as though he knew this was the last time he was going to get to welcome you home and it broke your heart to see his furry face so heavy with sadness. You slipped off your heels, scanning the vicinity for Chris as you gave Dodger’s head a quick pat. The house was unusually quiet, for you to come home to silence when Chris wasn’t working wasn’t something you were used to. He always had something going, whether it was the TV or music. He was definitely home because his car was in the driveway, so where was he? You wandered further into the house, turning to look down the hallway where the master bedroom waited at the end.

“Hey.”

Your whole body flinched when you heard his voice. You turned and found him sitting in the dimly lit kitchen with a beer in his hand. He managed a small smile which you mirrored before dropping your gaze to the ground. You felt numb as your heart ached in your chest. You didn’t want to do this, you didn’t want to lose him. What was your life going to be like without him in it? What kind of misery were you going to suffer if you saw him with someone else? You didn’t want to think about it, but you had to. You were being selfish if you didn’t. You weren’t ready to live the life he wanted and if you forced yourself into it, it would only end in divorce. Right now, you weren’t married and you didn’t have kids; the collateral damage would be less if you left now.

“We need to talk, don’t we?” You asked in a voice so soft and feeble neither recognized it.

Chris’ heart ached hearing how the relationship had reduced you. Did he do that? Did he turn the strongest person he knew weak? He could feel how lost you were when he asked you to marry him. That pause you took before you utter the word “yes,” told him everything he needed to know. You didn’t say yes for yourself, you said it because of him. You loved him enough to help move his plans forward, even if that meant derailing your own. But that kind of love wasn’t going to last forever, he couldn’t have you resent him in the future because you didn’t do what was right for yourself. You were going to be better off with someone else, someone who had a plan similar to yours. The timing wasn’t right, and that was the awful thing about love- it was all about the timing. He loved you deeply and if it were his choice, he’d spend the rest of his life with you. But it wasn’t, so if you wanted to go- he was going to let you go.

“Yeah,” he felt himself nod.

There was a long, painfully deafening pause. You looked up from your feet and met his gaze; both simultaneously teared up. “Can we not?” You asked, trying your utmost best not to break down and cry. He didn’t need to see you cry; likewise, you didn’t need to see him cry.

“Yeah,” he felt himself nod again. “Have you had dinner?” He asked and you shook your head. “You good with spaghetti?” He asked and you nodded. It was like you couldn’t speak because you knew if you did, your voice would shake and you’d break down crying. “I made it while I was waiting for you, I was hoping we could have dinner together.” It was unsaid: “for the last time,” but it was there.

You sat in the bar stool adjacent to his and brushed your thumb over the diamond ring that wouldn’t be there in the morning while he plated. Neither really saw the point of pretending like you had an appetite, but it was a charade that helped slow the painful realization that it was over from reaching your hearts. “Thanks,” you mumbled when Chris placed a plate of spaghetti down in front of you. He placed his down in front of him then grabbed cutlery to distribute between the two of you before taking his seat.

The two of you managed a few mouthfuls- Chris one more than you, before reducing to just poking at the food. Chris didn’t know what to say. This was easily one of the hardest breakups he’d ever endured, mainly because he was so sure about you being the one. What if he offered to wait? Would you stay if he took back his proposal until you were ready? He couldn’t lose you, just the idea of waking up tomorrow to find that ring on your bedside table and his house emptied of your things stopped him from breathing.

“If I take it back,” Chris began and you looked up from your plate, “will you stay?” Your eyes quickly filled with tears, falling over the edge and rolling down your cheeks. Chris started to weep himself, “if you’re not ready to get married, I can take it back.” His tone was started to get frantic because he was afraid he’d never see you again after tonight. “We don’t have to get married, okay? I don’t need to have kids right now, I can wait. Please just-” He reached across and caressed your face in his hand. “Don’t quit me, Y/N.”

“I don’t want to,” you admitted as you started to cry. “I don’t want to, Chris.” You wrapped your hand around his wrist and he got off his chair to wrap you into a tight hug. He could tell from your tone that you’d made a decision he couldn’t sway you from. “But I might never be ready.” He closed his eyes, squeezing the tears from his corners as he pressed his lips to the top of your head. “I’m so sorry.” It was over, there was nothing up for negotiation; what was shattered was unfixable. You weren’t the girl for him, the run was over.

“Me too,” he whispered into your hair then drew back, brushing your tears with the back of his hand. “Will you at least stay the night? I don’t want to sleep alone tonight,” he admitted, earning a nod from you. “No,” he shook his head when he saw you’d started to take off the engagement ring he’d bought for you. “That’s- I got it because I believed it belonged on your finger.” You left it, getting to your feet and wrapping both arms tight around his neck. You started to sob the second he hugged you back. “It’s okay, we’re going to be okay.”

“I love you so much, Chris,” you choked out, cupping his face in your hands.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he managed a smile through his tears. “I just wish that wasn’t the only thing we had in common.” You buried your face back in his chest, hugging him tightly. “Promise me something,” he began then continued when he felt you nod, “don’t settle for less than you deserve.”

“Only if you promise me the same thing.”

That night, you slept in Chris’ arms for the last time. And in the morning, before the sun reached its peak, you pressed a soft goodbye kiss on his lips. You slipped downstairs and kissed Dodger goodbye too before leaving the house you’d called a home for two years. Your things would be retrieved later, on a day he’d promised he wouldn’t be home for. You hoped he’d keep to his promise after he woke and saw what you’d left on his bedside table.

Chris woke a few minutes after your cab pulled out of his driveway. “Y/N?” He rubbed his bleary eyes as he propped himself up on his elbows. “Y/N, are you-” He was cut off by the glistened of your diamond ring, sitting on top of a small notecard; they patiently waited for his attention. He had expected this, but he was still unprepared. His tired, puffy eyes started to weep again when he saw that one simple word in your handwriting: “Goodbye.”

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A/N I’ve requested other people to write this before, before I had my own account, but I decided to give it my own touch! For some reason, I love the idea of this. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Klaus finds the reader, who just got turned, in shock after killing someone for the first time.

Warnings: blood and death

Klaus Mikaelson

You were cowered a few feet away from the body you had just sucked dry, the body of the man you killed.

You were a recently turned vampire, even though you never wanted to be one. You had been killed by an enemy of your group of friends, but unknowingly to them, you had vampire blood in your system that had healed you after getting severely hurt. You had gotten hurt more times than you can count, but that was to be expected as your friends were the vampires and werewolves of mystic falls, and since you knew the originals and had caught the eye of the well known hybrid, you were an even bigger target.

You sat there on the forest floor with blood covering the bottom half of your face, your body, and clothes in shock. You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t know if you should tell someone and you didn’t know how to clean the mess up.

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ROOMMATES

(A Prison World Story)

Kai Parker x Reader

word count : 2 632
warning : smut
SUMMARY :  Reader gets sent to the Prison World where Kai is. They have briefly crossed parts before  and have spend nearly 5 months together in there, over time getting closer and eventually move in together (as friends , things grow from there) … 

*not my gif

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It’s been almost 5 months since Y/N had ended up with Kai Parker in the Prison World. To her it was still a complete mystery how exactly she had ended up there.
At first she had spend her days in denial , thinking that someone will come get her out , but pretty soon it became clear that she was stuck there with Kai.  He wasn’t the worst person to be stuck with in a prison world with. At first he annoyed her and she tried to shut him out. Kai however didn’t give up. He somehow always found his way to wherever she was. Eventually she gave up avoiding him and they started spending more time together. In the end they sort of started living together because it was easier. Kai was there for her and Y/N was kind of surprised because she had never seen this side of him before. She’d have a nightmare , screaming in her sleep and Kai would show up in her room to comfort her in seconds as if he had been awake all along. Maybe he was ..  Other times he’d do small things like make her favorite food when she was sad and missed the real world.


“I know we are stuck here , but in a way I am happy.” Kai told her once.
“Why?” she asked curious. Y/N couldn’t imagine why he’d be happy in any way , being stuck for eternity in another prison world.
“Because this time I am not alone…” he had answered. “Loneliness can do things to your head that nothing else can.“ 


Over time they grew so used to having each other around , it felt wrong when they were spending time alone. Y/N realised very soon after that she had developed feelings for him, but was afraid to tell him.
He probably would just laugh and push me away. she thought. Kai wasn’t very well versed in feelings and emotions , even after the merge with Luke. Some times the old Kai bleed throught … Y/N couldn’t explain to herself how it was that even when the old Kai showed up , it was drawing her even more to him.

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Y/N was studying in the kitchen wearing her pj’s that evening when Kai walked in wearing nothing but his boxers. He poured himself a cup of coffee and turned towards her.
“I still don’t get why you are studying … It’s not like you can get a diploma or anything.” he said.
Y/N sighed not taking her eyes off the papers and books in front of her. “Doesn’t mean I can’t learn things. Gotta do something else besides wondering around this empty town …” thinking about you.  she added in her mind. She looked up at him and for a moment she forgot how to breath.
Did he have to walk around wearing only his boxers? she thought. It was really hard concentrating staring at his bare chest and toned muscles.
Kai must’ve noticed her look because he grinned.
Damn.  she thought. As if I didn’t have a hard time concentrating already.
Y/N tried to catch her breath and come up with something to say to him but couldn’t. Her thoughts were absolutely consumed by fantasies about him.
“Want some coffee ?” he asked still grinning.
“No , no .. I don’t want coffee.” she said studdering. “T-thanks.”
Y/N returned her attention to her studies or at least tried to.  Kai had suddenly decided that he wanted pancakes too with his coffee and started making them without bothering to go back to his room and put on a shirt. He was doing this on purpose , she was sure of it.
She couldn’t take her eyes off of him , he looked so good it was driving her nuts.
Every few minutes he’d glance at her and she’d lower her gaze straight away.
Y/N watched him flip pancakes in the air like a pro for a little bit.
After about half an hour , just as she had finally managed to concentrate on her studies , a plate with pancakes landed infront of her - a blueberry smile on them. She couldn’t help but smile.
“Thanks.” she said glancing at him. Kai was standing less than a meter away from her , a wide grin on his face. For a few seconds she forgot how to breath again. She loved his smile… A moment later she let out a frustrated groan.
“Aghh … ! You are driving me nuts !” she said picking up her things from the table and getting up , ready to walk out of the room.
“OH I am driving you nuts ?” he said with an amused look on his face.
“Yes , you … you … walking around like all shirtless and … you can’t do that ,OK? It’s really distracting.”
“Never bothered you before.” he said taking a step towards her.
“Well , it’s bothering me now. So could you just stop doing this while I’m studying?”
Kai grinned. “Does someone have a crush on me?” he said innocently.
Y/N’s eyes widened, she started shaking her head refusing to meet his eyes.
“No , no … What ? Don’t flatter yourself , Malachai.” she said turning around , already at the door when Kai blocked her way. He took the books from her hands and left them on the counter near by.
“Are you sure ?” he asked leaning in. “Because I can hear your heartbeat… and it’s telling me a different story.” he said softly.
Y/N’s breathing had gotten shallow again.
“I ..  don’t know what you are talking about.” she said , her voice barely audible.
Kai leaned in to whispered in her ear , slowly putting his hands on her waist tugging at her shirt. His fingers gently touching her bare skin sending shivers through her whole body.
“I think you do.” he whispered , his breath tickling her skin.
Y/N’s  breath got stuck in her throat , her heart beating like crazy. There was no point in denying it now.
Kai’s lips hovered over hers , his eyes locked on hers. They stood like that for a long moment before he pressed his lips againsts hers , kissing her slowly at first but soon after the kiss deepened.
“I want you  … and I always get what I want.” Kai whispered to her. Y/N wrapping her arms around his neck , pulling his lips closer to hers. His hands slided down her hips , lifting one of her legs wounding it around his waist before slamming her against the wall. Y/N gasped.
Kai pressed his body firmly against hers , his crotch grinding against hers their moans colling in a perfect harmony.
“What was it you said earlier?” he teased her, pinning her hands above her head.
“Shut up and kiss me.” Y/N said out of breath.
A smile spread across Kai’s face but he didn’t lean in. Instead he decided to tease her a bit more. His hand trailed slowly down her body and under her pj’s, pushing its way in her underwear , his fingers teasing her clit. A soft moan escaped Y/N’s lips making Kai grin. He had her right where he wanted her.
“Please Kai” she moaned again , biting her lower lip.
Y/N was losing focus , her knees about to buckle. She had imagined this moment before but her imagination was surely lacking.
Kai grinned hearing her begging for him.
“Please ‘what’ babe?” leaned in and whispered, his breath tickling her skin.
His face so close to hers , their lips almost touching. His eyes dark with lust.
“I need you Kai.” she moaned.
Kai kissed her passionately as he tugged on her shirt pulling it over her head tossing it on the floor.
Y/N could feel his length getting harder against her , his soft moans making her go crazier by the second. She wanted him.. no , i need him. she thought.
His hand cupping her breasts squeezing them as his hand found its way back to her sweet spot. She threw her head back a little as his thumb started playing with her clit again before sliding in two fingers inside curling them inside agonisingly slowly before pumping them in and out. Her mouth opened and a moan escaped her when he did so.  He leaned in , his tongue slightly  touching the skin on her neck , drawing circles before he left a few wet sloppy kisses on it. Y/N felt her stomach like it was anchored down.
She tried to wiggle her hands out of his grip but he wouldn’t let her. All she wanted in that moment was to feel his length inside of her.  Suddenly he pulled out leaving her breathless and aggravated.
“Jump.” Kai said , and she did , wrapping her legs around him. He whooshed them away to his bedroom , pushing her onto the bed. He kissed her neck slowly tracing his way down her body leaving sloppy wet kisses all the way. His finger tips trailing on her skin all the way down , making her arch her back.
Everywhere Kai touched her skin , it was like fire. He had lit the match and Y/N wanted to burn in the fire he had started.
His hands swiftly pulled down her panties leaving her completely naked in front of him. Kai pulled back for a moment looking at her , a devilish spark in his eyes as his fingers traced her entrance , rubbing her clit. Y/N bit her lips squeezing her breasts in her hands. Her mouth opened and a soft moan escaped her lips when Kai pushed his fingers right through and started to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of her. Each time his fingers curled inside her , she arched her back more.  She reached out to touch his hair as Kai’s fingers curled again , pumping in and out slower this time driving her completely insane.
“Please” she started to squirm. “Please Kai …”
Kai grinned. “Not yet.” he said , pulling out his fingers.
He loved hearing her beg for him. He spread her legs wide infront of him and positioned himself between her legs , his head of his lenght teasing her entrance for a long moment before thrusting in deep making her gasp ; going at a slow rhythm at first , quickening his pace every second. Y/N digging her nails into his back. She was out of breath and all she could do was thinking about herself coming undone underneath Kai’s touch.
“Faster Kai please.. ” her moans getting louder and louder.
Y/N wrapped her legs around him , pulling him closer to her.
Kai’s face started to change , purple - black veins showing under his eyes as his fangs started to show. Y/N could see he was fighting it , but she didn’t want him to.  She cupped his face , trailing the patters on his skin with her fingertips. He closed his eyes , his mouth opened.
“Fuck ..” he moaned , a heavier thrust following. He could barely control his vampirism , all his emotions blurrying into hunger.
“Don’t fight it.” she whispered as Kai opened his eyes looking directly into hers. Y/N bit her lower lip. Kai leaned in breathing heavily , and sank his fangs into her exposed neck. She let out a small scream followed by moans of pleasure sent through her body. Who knew being fed on can feel this good? she thought.
Kai hadn’t tasted fresh human blood in months and she tasted so good it was hard to stop. He wanted her in so many ways in that moment…
He pulled out , nibbling on her earlobe and leaving soft kisses on her neck before looking at her. A smile on Y/N’s face and she pulled his face closer to his , her tongue licking his lower lip before she kissed him. He groaned , his thrusts becoming faster , Y/N’s body convulsing as he pushed her over the edge , she was screaming his name. A few more thrusts and Kai reached his high too , burring his face in the crook of her neck his tongue drawing circles on her skin.
Kai collapsed on top of her , breathing heavily.  Shortly after he rolled over next to her , both of them catching their breath. He bit his wrist , bringing it to her lips to feed so her wound would heal. She took it without hesitation , gripping on his wrist.
“We should’ve done that months ago.” he said with a grin,  pulling her closer to him , her head on his chest.
Y/N didn’t say anything , she smiled pulling his face in for another kiss. 

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The next day Y/N was laying on the living room floor , her eyes closed.
What had happened last night repeating in her mind over and over again. There was something bothering her … As happy as she had been last night , she still didn’t know if it was all in her head that maybe Malachai had some feelings for her.
“Y/N?” she heard Kai’s voice. “Are you … are you OK? Why are you laying in the middle of the living room floor?”
Y/N opened her eyes and found Kai kneeling down next to her , a worried look on his face. He sighed in relief when she opened her eyes. She just stared at him , trying to figure out a way to ask him the question that’s been bugging her the past few hours.
Kai grinned at her and laid down next to her , his shoulder almost touching his.
“Aren’t you going to tell me what’s so fun about laying on the floor here?” he asked turning his head to look at her. Y/N turned towards him , locking eyes with him.
How does he do that ? He just sits there and takes my breath away completely.  she thought.
“I’m just thinking … or at least trying to.” she said.
“What are you thinking about ?” he asked curious.
Y/N hesitated for a moment. It would’ve been easy to lie to him or ignore the question .. but he’d know she is lying straight away.
“Last night.” she just said smiling.“Was it … was .. was it just a one time thing?”
“Do you want it to be just a one time thing?” he asked.
“No.” she said turning towards him. “Do you?”
Kai reached for her hand and took it in his.
“Y/N , I …” he said flipping himself on top of her , his knee between her legs. “I don’t want it to be a ‘one time thing’ either.” he paused for a moment gazing into her eyes. “I want you , to be with you .. always.”
Y/N’s eyes lit up and she felt her heart beat go faster.
“What … what are you trying to say?” she said smiling.
Kai laughed nervously. “I am saying that I can’t stop thinking about you. You have made me feel things I’ve never felt in my life…and I am not sure what all those feelings mean , but they are so strong I can’t shake them. I just want to be with you every second of every day , never letting you go.”
She couldn’t contain her emotions and she grinned. “I guess , it’s a good thing we have eternity ahead of us.” she said , pulling her hips down on his thigh between her legs.
“Do you want to go for round 2 ?” she asked biting her lower lip. 

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Imagine Chris bringing you breakfast at work.

“Morning, baby.” Chris mumbled into your skin as he peppered it with soft kisses. You stretched in his arms and smiled, pressing your back against his front. “I’m definitely going to miss waking up to you when I have to leave for ‘Infinity War’.”

“Aw, sweetheart.” You reached behind you and looped your arm around his neck, pressing your face against his pouty one. “I’m going to miss you too. But hey,” you reached for your phone to check the date and your remaining days together, when you saw the time; 8:14AM, you were late for work. “I gotta go!” You broke out of Chris’ grip and jumped out of bed, nearly falling face first when your feet got caught on the sheets.

“You’re going to go to a funeral home if you’re not careful,” he sat up, chuckling. “Babe, relax.” He told you; you resembled a pinball as you bounced around the room, scrambling an outfit while you brushed your teeth. “I’m sure Xenia can manage without you for a while, I mean- who’s getting flowers so early in the morning?”

“You don’t understand.” You told him as you continued to brush; it was probably hard for others to understand, but Chris had your toothbrush talk down pat. “We’ve got a huge order of table arrangements to do today. It’s for a wedding and the bride’s totally insane, if she comes in to do an impromptu check- Xenia’s going to be fucking pissed I’m not there.”

“Okay, well- you still need breakfast, so I’m going to go quickly whip something up for you to have on-the-go. What do you want?” He flipped the covers off his legs and started to get out of bed when you stopped him.

“No time,” you told him then entered the bathroom to rinse and spit. “Don’t worry about it, babe. I’m not very hungry anyway, I’ll just pick something up later on my lunch break.” You told him and closed the ensuite door behind you so you could pee then change.

While you were changing, you heard footsteps which meant Chris was doing what you told him not to anyway. You sighed with a smile because you loved how unbelievably caring your boyfriend was, that smile faltered slightly when you realized it wouldn’t be long until you had to say goodbye to him for at least nine months. God, you were going to miss that perfect specimen of a man.

You went downstairs and into the kitchen to kiss Chris goodbye and chuckled softly at his variation of “quickly whip something up for you to have on-the-go.” You’d usually just make a smoothie or a protein shake for him when he was running late, but Chris? He had to make a feast with pancakes and bacon and eggs. For a man who was about to run off and be Captain America for the last time, one would think he’d cut his normal eating habits.

“Chris, baby. I love you, but I really don’t have time for any of this,” you told him then pressed a kiss on his cheek. “I have to go, okay?” You grabbed an apple from your fridge then headed for the front door, Chris following behind you. “I’ll see you after work?” You quizzed as you cupped his clean shaved face in your hand; he nodded. “I would really like to see Cap with a beard in 'Infinity War’, you should really pitch that.”

“Maybe he does and I just shaved to throw you off,” he teased and you laughed then pecked his lips before heading for your car. “Drive safe,” he called as you climbed in. He waved until you drove out of the driveway and around the corner.
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“I can’t say I like you with Chris,” Xenia began and your eyes narrowed. “Without him, you’re always on time for work. With him, you’re almost always late.” You chuckled when you realized she was just teasing you. “What do you two get up to every night, hm?” She smirked and you laughed, feeling slight heat rise to your cheeks when you thought back to your late nights with your boyfriend.

“Like I haven’t covered for you when you go out and party a little too hard with Tris,” you playfully bit back and she chuckled. “Speaking of, congratulations.” You smiled when you saw her smile; she’d just gotten engaged to her girlfriend of six years. “I can’t wait to see how beautiful your wedding is.”

“And I can’t wait to order flowers from a shop where we don’t have to arrange them,” she said and you both laughed. “What about you and Chris?” She asked when you both settled. “Think you’re ever going to tie the knot with him?”

“I’d like to,” you nodded, smiling. “But it’s not really my choice, is it? He knows I’m in it for the long haul, if he wants the same thing then- he can propose. But I’m not going to push him, I’m good with what we have. Plus- I think he’s got enough on his plate at the moment with 'Infinity War’ coming up and his contract ending.”

“Is he planning on signing another?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “He’s said a few times that if Marvel wants him, they have him, but I personally feel he’d be happier doing something else. He loves directing and he was so happy directing 'Before We Go’, so maybe he’ll go look for something else to direct. He just wants to be known for more than Captain America, and he should- he is so talented.” You were so busy talking about Chris that you didn’t realize he’d walked into the shop and had heard everything you said; he smiled at Xenia who’d spotted him the second he walked in.

“I think you have a customer,” Xenia beckoned her head at Chris and you turned around; you immediately smiled when you saw his face. He held up a little picnic basket and you knew he’d brought breakfast to you. “Oh my God,” Xenia chuckled when you turned back to her, suppressing your excited smile with pressed lips. “You’re not even engaged yet and you can’t spend a minute apart,” she teased and you and Chris laughed. “Go, I’ve got this.”

“Thank you,” you reached over the workbench and hugged her, before gesturing for Chris to follow you into the back room. He gave Xenia a quick peck on the top of her head as he walked past, making her laugh. “Yes, fooood.” You cheered as Chris laid out the spread his made this morning on the table. “I’m so hungry.”

“I knew you were lying about being hungry,” he chuckled. “You’re always hungry.”

“True,” you grinned as you forked a piece of pancake onto your paper plate. “Mmm!”

Chris chuckled as you audibly enjoy his breakfast, there wouldn’t be a day where he wouldn’t find you adorable. His chuckles turned into laughter when you did a little dance in your chair, humming happily as you ate. God, you were such a dork, but at least you were his dork. He reached across the table and took your hand in his, pulling it to his lips. You raised an eyebrow as he kissed the back of your hand; he smiled in response.

“I thought the flowers were going to be the prettiest thing in this shop, I was very wrong.” He complimented and you chuckled, shaking your head. “You know,” he said as he released your hand, scooping himself some scrambled eggs. “This is the first time I’ve brought a girl breakfast after she skipped out on me in the morning.”

“We’re dating,” you chuckled.

“Still left me cold and alone,” he pouted then laughed when you laughed. “But hey, some girls are just worth chasing.” He shot you a wink and you smiled, kissing the air in front of you. “So, you think I’m talented, huh?” He began with a smirk, feeding himself some eggs.

“Of course I do. I’ve always thought you were talented, incredibly talented for a matter-of-fact.” Your eyes narrowed at his question; it seemed random to you until you realized he was talking about what he heard earlier. It dawned on you that he might have also heard you talking about marrying him. “Exactly when did you walk in on our conversation?”

“Around the time when my beautiful girlfriend starting complimenting me,” he told you and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. “But,” he continued and you tensed, “I may have also heard said beautiful girlfriend talking about marrying me.”

“Oh,” was all you could manage.

“Hey,” he chuckled when he saw your tension; he reached over the table and placed his hand over yours. “Don’t look so worried, that’s definitely the direction we’re headed.” Your shoulders relaxed a little and you smiled at him. “I’ve just got a lot on my plate at the moment, like you said. I want to marry you, you bet your ass I’m going to marry you.” You laughed at that. “But I’m going to do it when things settle a little, okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded, smiling.

“I love you a lot more than you know, Y/N,” he told you. “You’re never going to be the one that got away,” he assured you then kissed the back of your hand again. You smiled and pressed your hand against his face, to which he turned in to and kissed your palm. “Never.”

“Likewise, Evans.”

She knew.


She sat in front of him, holding her fingers and staring down at them with furrowed brows as if they might give her the words she needed to say.

He knew she saw the gashes this morning on his shoulder, on his side. Not the kind of thing you acquire when working as a lawyer. He should have been more careful.

She sat in the chair opposite his desk as if she were a client. As if she were trying to distance herself from him. The thought made Matt start to panic, he swallowed and shifted his feet. She wasn’t saying anything. All Matt wanted was for her to talk. He didn’t know what he wanted or needed her to say, but just something would be better than the suffocating silence they currently sat in. Anything to make him feel like he wasn’t going watch her walk out the door and never come back.

Anything to make him feel like she didn’t… hate him. For what he hid from her. For what he does. For who he is.


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“I-” you paused. It was one word but it didn’t feel right. This whole situation didn’t feel right. You glanced up at Matt, you knew he was anxious. You could hear his shoes shifting, his throat bobbed as he tried to calm himself. His hands sat in his lap, one thumb brushing quickly over the other in nervous rhythm. You hadn’t told him why you wanted to talk with him alone in his office, but you guessed from the tension in his face that he had a pretty good idea.


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Matt was getting dressed for work when you saw the gash on his shoulder. He faced away from you as he took off a black short sleeved tee. Obviously your eyes drifted up from your book to watch the lean muscles of his back ripple with movement. He winced as he turned to slip on a sky blue shirt, dropping his shoulder slightly put the wound in clear view, another one creeping around the side of his torso. They looked to be a week old at most. Your heart sped up, your eyes widened. Your mind was bombarded with a stream of questions. How did he even get that? Who did this to him? How was he even in a position to- what was he doing- where was he- How could he- what was he thinking he-


And then it dawned on you.

You’d seen the newspapers, the tv spots, you remember feeling a sense of familiarity staring at you in the face as you watched the footage.

You had been following the articles and even talking with Matt over breakfast about how the impact of having a vigilante in Hell’s Kitchen would have a serious effect on the crime rate, hopefully a good effect. Matt never had much to say. More than once he had changed the subject to something more lighthearted. You just let it go, thinking that it probably didn’t sit right with him that someone was taking the law and justice into their own hands…

But…

The roughness of his hands… the strength in them. The nights where you would wake up reaching for him only to see the other side of the bed empty and cold. The little bruises and cuts where he ‘walked into things’.


It was a big jump to make. Massive in fact. You backtracked for a second, you needed proof before you could even consider listening to your minds paranoid ramblings. But that didn’t stop your breathing from picking up. That didn’t stop the ‘what ifs’ from plaguing your thoughts. They piled up on top of each other so fast that you felt like you might not be able to take another breath.


Matt’s head turned as he buttoned up his shirt.

“Are you okay? You seem awfully quiet this morning.”


“Fine!” you chirped. A little too quick to be genuine. Too quick for Matt to ignore. Matt paused in reaching for his tie.

“You sure?”

“Absolutely. Just excited to start the day!” You flung the sheets off of you exposing your bare legs. Wearing only a large grey tee you jumped out of bed and swung around to throw your arms over his shoulders, narrowly avoiding the wound.

Running your fingers through the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck, he slid his hands up under your tee, lifting it high enough for you to feel a light breeze on your backside. He wrapped his hands around either side of your waist and began running his thumbs up and down the small of your back. “I’m excited for every day that I get to start with you.”

Whatever tension there was in Matt’s frame dissipated. He smiled wide, leaning his head slightly to the side. “You’re full of cheese.”


You shrugged. “What can I say? It’s a talent. Maybe I should start classes. Could save up some money and get myself a plaque. ‘Y/N, Master of Cheesery’”


Matt snorted and slid his arms all the way around you, pulling you as close as he could. You had to rise to your tiptoes to fold your arms behind his neck, leaning your cheek against his. Your bodies molded together and he hummed once in content as he swayed the two of you from side to side. Dancing to no music. “I wish I didn’t have to go in today. Foggy needs me to go over this case one more time before tomorrow. I can think of a few things we could do right here that would be much more fun.” He sighed out his nose. You held on a little tighter, you didn’t know if you wanted to uncork this bottle. But you knew that you needed to.


“I’m gonna drop by at lunchtime.”

Matt nodded and turned to kiss your cheek twice. He pulled away reluctantly and let your arms drop to your side. Picking up his jacket from the bed he made his way through the living room and towards the front door. You trailed behind him, gripping your fingers tight behind you. Matt opened the door and turned around to you leaning against the doorframe. “We can talk about some stuff.” he raised his eyebrows.

“Stuff?”

“You focus on your case for now. I don’t want to distract you. We’ll talk when I come in.” You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. He left with a small frown on his face.


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It had taken a lot of digging. A lot of thinking like someone who wanted to desperately hide something. Finally you found your proof, tucked away in his father’s box. The mask that he wore to his nightly endeavours. The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen’s mask.

After giving yourself some time to cry, to scream, to punish yourself for not seeing it sooner, you got up, got dressed, put the red mask in your bag and left the apartment to meet Matt. To have a conversation you weren’t sure you were prepared for.


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And here you are. Sitting in his office trying to find the right words to begin with. None of them seemed to suffice. This was Matt, why couldn’t you just talk to him?


You stood up suddenly and turned towards the door to close the blackout blind that hung from it. Then you walked behind Matt to close the blinds on the windows. It left the room dark so you switched on his desk lamp and instead of sitting down on the chair you perched on his desk next to where he sat so you were facing the wall to his back. Instead of looking at him, you stared unseeingly at the strings on the blinds.

You took a deep breath. You reached into your bag and held the mask just behind him.

“Matt, I know about your night job.” You said firmly and put the mask on the desk in front of him. He reached out and ran his fingertips over one of the pointed tips for a mere second before pulling his hands back to his lap.

He remained silent.


“I’m not mad. I just- I’m.. worried.” your breath hitched, “I’m scared, Matt.” your bottom lip trembled making you reach up with both hands to cover your face.

Matt’s hands stopped twitching and instead gripped tight, his shoulders tensed and his face screamed how much he didn’t want to have this discussion.

“You don’t need to be scared of me.” He muttered in a low but steady voice. Dropping your hands and swinging your head round to him, you scooched up along his desk to sit in front of him, your legs hanging down either side of his. You brought your hands to his cheeks. Cradling the hurt you saw on his face. The disappointment, not at you but in himself. You could feel the muscles in his jaw tense.

“Matty-” your voice caught, and Matt almost flinched at the noise. Clearing your throat you tried again. “Matty, I’m not scared of you. I’m scared for you.” Matt’s eyebrows twitched together, so you slid your hand down to just above his shoulder, where you both knew the tightly stitched wound sat. “This, is a big deal. Did you think I would be okay with you coming home with giant cuts on your body? God forbid I wake up in the morning to see you bleeding out on the couch-” you bit your lip and looked away, trying to pull yourself together. You needed to be a little bit stronger, just enough to deal with this.


Matt tentatively put his hand on your knee.

“Y/N, I’ve trained for this. I was trained from a young age to fight like this and it’s something I’ve known how to do for a long time. I’m not just some billionaire thinking he can make a suit, fight crime and take on the world all in the same day. I’m going to do better. I’m making this city a safe place. My city. Ours.” He took your hands in both of his and rested them on your knees.


He licked his lips and shifted in his chair, you could see he wanted you to believe him, to trust him, to.. accept him. “I’m sorry I kept this from you. Part of me is saying I should let you go to protect you from this, from the people who might want to use you against me if they found out what you mean to me. I couldn’t-” he swallowed, “I won’t let that happen. I can’t lose you. You’re the reason I can do this and still smile everyday, not hate myself for keeping this a secret from almost everyone I know. I love you.” he paused, gripping your hands slightly tighter for a second before leaning back in his chair a little. “But I understand if you can’t cope with this. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, you can walk out that door and I won’t stop you.”


You were quiet. You just looked at his face and all it’s features as your hands warmed between his. You could see how much he didn’t want you to leave, but you knew that he would let you go if you wanted to. You knew he was genuinely sorry, but he had reason to keep it all from you. He was trying to do the right thing. Not just for him or you but for the whole city.


Make a decision. A little voice in the back of your mind prompted you. And you did.

You slid off the desk and into his lap, he pulled your joined hands up to give you room, but didn’t let go. Not quite ready to release you just yet. His face remained set. You smiled at him, just a small slightly wobbly curve of your lips.


“I love you too, Matt. But-” you could see his brows wobble a touch. You squeezed his hands before releasing them then took off his glasses and put them behind you on the desk. You wanted to see his eyes. You slid your hands back over his, threading your fingers together.


“I’m not leaving you.” You had to reassure him first. His shoulders dropped the heavy weight on them and he leaned his forehead against yours. His breath hitched slightly as he tried not to cry in relief. You almost burst into tears at the sound, instead a few dripped down your cheeks and hit your joined hands.

“You need to tell me everything. And I mean every little minute detail that occurs, I don’t want the highlights.” He nodded lightly. “and you’re gonna teach me how to fight.” His head shot up. “You’re not coming with me. It’s too dangerous.”


You snorted. “of course not, but if you’re worried about me being a target then I need to learn how to defend myself. I need to show these guys that my badass boyfriend isn’t the only one who can handle himself. The Master of Cheesery can pack a punch too.” You held up an arm to flex your muscles and pulled a strained face.

Matt grinned as he brushed away the fallen tears and pinched your flexing ‘muscles’, “That means you’re gonna have to actually get out of bed in the morning and you know, exercise.”

Your pursed your lips and rolled your eyes. “The things I do for you, Matt.”


He swallowed. “I know. Thank you.” He leaned in to kiss you, but you pulled back and put a finger on his lips. “Uh-uh. You’ve got some serious ass-kissing to do Matt-Matt.”

“What?” came his muffled reply, his lips squished behind your finger.

“You’ve been keeping something from me for God knows how long. You’re gonna have to make it up to me, your loyal and forgiving girlfriend. Starting with dinner and later listening to Stephen Fry read Sherlock Holmes on audiobook. With blankets. And malteasers. And kitkats.” Matt kissed your finger twice in quick succession.


“Anything.” He said sincerely. He would do anything for you. You smiled as you replaced your finger with your lips, brushing them over his in a soft kiss.

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(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count : 4 028
warning : smut
summary : Reader and Kai have been in a relationship for a year and neither of them can get enough of the other… and one night lots things happen. [a dominant Kai 😈🔥]
*gif by lightwoodxalec
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1.27AM

Hot August nights were nothing new, but the heat outside couldn’t compare to the way Y/N felt having her boyfriend’s naked body pressing against hers. Even the breeze coming from the open window near by couldn’t help her cool off. Not with her mind being flooded with flashes of everything that had happened in the past few hours since she had come home.
Each time she closed her eyes, a new image appeared behind her eyelids. Each of them so vivid, as if she had time travelled to the moment she had opened the front door and had heard the shower running. Y/N had made her way there as quietly as possible, stripping down along the way before heading upstairs. For a moment she had stood at the door, biting her lip watching the water dripping down his naked body as he shook his wet hair and braced his hands against the wall.
A quiet moan tumbled off her lips and she felt Kai push his hips against her ass in his sleep. Her eyes fluttered open and then closed, remembering how her hands had wrapped around him from behind, exploring every inch of his bare chest and going lower, while water ran down on both of them. A blink of an eye later Kai had cupped her face and kissed her, slowly backing her against the wall, literally sucking the air out of her lungs before scooping her up and spending the next 30 minutes knocking out whatever air remained in her lungs, continuing in their bedroom…
Y/N moved on the bed, pushing her body closer against his while brushing her fingers on his arm wrapped around her stomach. There was no chance for her to fall asleep when she wanted him that much. She rolled over on the bed until they were face to face, slowly trailing her fingertips on Kai’s bare chest and down to his lenght, wrapping them around him. How was he asleep when he was that hard ? Most importantly, how was she to wake him up and get what she wanted ? A whole year together and she craved and loved him more with each day.
Her thumb began drawing soft circles on the tip of his thick shaft, going around and straight through the middle while she rested her forehead on his. Kai moaned softly in his sleep and her lips curled into a smile, feeling him getting harder in her hand while she stroked him a little faster. Her fingertips gently brushed against his balls, trailing their way up his bare chest until her palm touched his cheek, moving to the back of his head playing with his scruff. Her lips hovered over his but before she had had the chance to press her them on his , she found herself laying on her back with her hands pinned over her head and a smirking Kai towering over her. His eyes were wide open and there was barely any trace of the usual blue shade in them.
  “You are such a naughty girl. Sneaking into the shower with me earlier. Driving me out of my mind every second since.” he cooed. “You can’t keep your hands to yourself for five seconds, can you ? Wasn’t what happened earlier enough for you ?”
  “It’s never enough. I will always want more of you.”
Kai grinned at her words, watching her try to wriggle her hands free. “Nah-uh.” he chuckled. “You don’t get to wake me up and get what you want.” he trailed his finger on her jawline and down her neck, feeling her heartbeat in her veins. They gazed into each other’s eyes for a long moment and Y/N bucked her hips up at him, only he was a step ahead and pulled away. “No, no. You might hurt yourself, baby girl.”
  “Please ?”
A smirk showed on his face and he lightly grounded his crotch against hers, enough to make her moan and get her crazier about him. “OH, you think just cuz you say ‘please’ and look at me with those innocent eyes of yours, I’ll cave in, is that it ?” he said quietly, his lips almost touching hers. “Not a chance.”
Y/N darted her tongue out and licked his lower lip. “I want you, Malach–”
Before she had had the chance to finish, Kai’s lips crashed onto hers harder than ever while his crotch grounded against hers, making them both moan into the kiss. Y/N smiled to herself. Every single time she called him by his full name, he couldn’t resist shutting her up with a kiss. Their lips moved hungrily against each other and she gained control for long enough to roll on top of him without breaking the kiss. It took her a second to realise Kai had let her do that when he gripped her wrists holding them behind her back. Y/N grounded against his hard thick shaft, making him moan softly while his other hand found its way on her waist, both of them falling into their rhythm instantly. Every move of her hips felt like lighting a match to him, but the fire started burning the second she tugged at his lip at the end of the kiss.
  “I want you.” she moaned, slowly straddling his lenght.
Kai’s eyes fluttered closed for a second and he gripped her waist, making her stop instantly. He knew the more he denied her, the more she’d dig her heels into it and he loved listening to her beg for him. “I don’t think so. Naughty girls don’t get what they want. They get punished.”
It took her a split second to realise her hands were free and instantly she cupped his face. Her lips crashed against his more hungry and demanding that ever and he pulled her against him wanting her body closer to his, as if it was possible. It was always like this – a whole year together and every touch, every kiss left him craving more, and in that moment he wanted all of her. They rolled on the bed again, without breaking the kiss and he pinned her hands over her head, grounding his crotch onto hers while her legs wound around his waist. They were literally skin to skin, but that wasn’t enough for either of them. Their lips moved against each other so hard, it began to hurt a little but neither of them wanted to stop. Or slow down.
 “You are driving me completely out of my mind.“ he moaned, pressing his lips onto hers again while slipping his hand between their bodies to her heat. “Oh baby, you are so wet and I haven’t even touched you yet.” he brushed his fingers against her clit, spreading her arousal around. “You will be dripping onto the sheets when I am done with you –”
Y/N moaned softly feeling his fingertips press at her entrance and immediately, she pushed her hips down on him, grounding on his hand. Kai watched her with an amused look in his eyes, pressing his fingers against her heat listening to her moan while her back arched off the bed, pressing against his chest.
  “Naughty girl. You want it so bad you’d fuck yourself on my hand.” he cooed. “Such a dirty little thing –”
His girl only moaned in response and for a few seconds longer he let her continue, then without any warning he shoved his fingers in her mouth. A quiet moan tumbled off his lips and his eyes fluttered closed feeling her tongue swirl around his fingers, while she looked at him with innocent eyes. He smirked devilishly at her and an idea popped into his head. “You want it that bad ?”
  “So bad, please Kai –“
Kai brushed his fingertips against her clit, looking at her with devils dancing in his eyes and he pulled away from her. “Touch yourself.” he said suddenly. “I want to see your naughty little fingers play.”
Y/N locked gazes with him and moved back on the bed, spreading her legs wider to give him a full view. His words had taken her by surprise since he always had forbidden her to do this to herself, there had to be a catch. Her fingers trailed their way from her neck down to her heat, gently rubbing her clit in circular motion going in harder and faster each time.
  “You are not allowed to cum without my permission –“ he cooed, biting his lip watching her fingers skillfully play with her folds. Y/N moaned in response pushing her middle finger inside her, going in almost to the last knuckle while her thumb drew figure eights on her clit. ”– or to many any noise. Or to touch me afterwards. Too much ?“
Kai grinned at her reaction – her eyes went wide for a second but she didn’t stop. He looked at her with hungry eyes, realising he was starting lose it watching her finger disappear inside her. Why hadn’t he asked her to do this before ? His girl looked beyond hot doing this to herself, on his terms of course.
  “Add another finger.” he demanded.
Her lips pressed together as she tried hard not to moan, when her finger was joined by another. Asking for permission to cum wasn’t new, neither was the ‘no touching’ part. It was all in Kai’s rules, but the noise ? He always loved listening to her moan his name, or more like scream his name. Her fingers curled around slowly, feeling every inch before pulling out almost to the fingertips and pushing them inside her again, deeper and faster each time making her eyes flutter closed.
  “Nah-uh, princess. Don’t close your eyes, keep them on me.” he cooed, wrapping his fingers around his lenght stroking himself slowly. Kai couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, barely able to resist slapping her hand away and replacing her fingers with his. “Mmmhmmm … You are close, aren’t you ?”
  “So close – “ she arched her back off the bed. Her skin felt on fire more and more with each curl, her back arching off the bed while her cheeks turned a bright shade of red. It was a real challenge not making any noise. No gasps. No moans. Y/N bit her lip, her eyelids drooping the closer to her release she got. He was in control and he wasn’t even touching her. It was driving her insane.
  “Faster –” he demanded, watching her struggle to keep herself from making any sounds.“You look so hot right now, with your hair stuck to your face and those red cheeks –” he licked his lip. “I just want to grab you and fuck you until you can’t walk.”
Her walls clenched around hed fingers and her eyes fluttered closed for a split second feeling Kai’s fingertips brush against her inner thighs, drawing fire lines on her skin on their way to her heat. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her for a second, seeing her back arch off the bed and how she pressed her lips together trying hard not to make any sound. Y/N gripped onto the sheets to keep herself from reaching from him. So many rules tonight… Until she had met him, she hadn’t even realised that’s what she liked and he somehow right from the start he knew what made her lose it instantly.
 “Please let me cum.”
 “No.“ said Kai, trying to suppress a smile. His girl was almost dripping onto the sheets now and there was bound to be another wet spot on the bed soon.
 “Please let me cum.”
Y/N bit the inside of her cheek trying not to moan out when her fingers curled inside her again, making her back arch off the bed. Her eyes drifted to what his hands were doing, seeing him stroke himself at a steady pace, noticing pre-cum on the tip. Just this image was enough to turn her skin to fire. Her fingers pumped inside her faster each time and her eyes drifted towards the ceiling feeling.
  “Look at me, princess. Not the ceiling.” he demanded, listening to her breathing and heart rate trying to catch up with each other.
 “Please –” she begged again feeling herself right on the edge.
 “Please what ?” he smiled innocently as if he had no idea what she was talking about. “Tell me, baby girl. What do you want –”
 “You. I want you –“
 “No.” he grinned at her.
 “P-please – I – Fuck me Malachai –“
A throaty growl escaped his lips and he shoved his fingers in her mouth. “Damn it Y/N… You are in so much trouble now – It won’t be my fault if you can’t walk tomorrow.”
Y/N swirled her tongue around his fingers while he pushed her hand away and slurped some of her arousal about to drip on the sheets, nearly pushing her over the edge. His tongue lapped around her clit then straight through the middle and he pushed her legs even wider burying his head between her legs. Instinctively her hands reached for him but he slapped them away.
 “No touching.“ he growled, replacing her fingers with his while he sucked and tugged on her clit, moaning as he did sending the vibrations directly onto her.  Y/N looked down and could swear the Devil himself has decided to pay her a visit and drag her straight into Hell. Each time his fingers curled inside her it felt as if her skin is turning into flames and however nice it had felt when she was doing this to herself, it couldn’t even remotely compare to what he was doing to her in that moment.
 “Pl-ease –” she begged again. Kai moaned a ‘no’ and continued devouring her with a hunger like never before, sucking and tugging on her clit while cheating with his vampirism to pump his fingers inside her faster. Every time she was just about to tip over the edge he stopped, giving her a few seconds to catch her breath. Y/N grabbed onto the headboard, pushing her hips down on him wanting nothing else but to feel that sweet release wash over her body, but he kept denying it to her. “I want yo–”
His lips crashed against hers not letting her finish and he gripped her wrists, holding them on either side of her head while he entered her suddenly, knocking the air out of her lungs. He rested his forehead on hers, withdrawing slowly making her feel every inch on the way on the way out before filling her in to the brim again.
  “Fuck you are so tight around me.” he groaned, continuing to set her on fire. His thrusts were slow but hard, picking up the pace over time. Each thrust leaving her craving more. His lips connected with her jawline, leaving kisses down her neck and he sank his fangs into her carotid artery at once, getting a taste of her blood and she almost let go again. It was always like this when he bit her, sometimes that was all it took for her to lose it.
  “Oh shit –” she bit her lip, feeling her walls tightening around him again. “– I am s-so c-clo-se.”
  “Hold it.” he reminded her, lifting her leg over his shoulder allowing him to go deeper. Kai placed his hand on the back of her head and rested his forehead on hers, gazing into her eyes while she braced herself on her elbows. He changed the pace between fast and rough to slow and deep, delaying her release. Y/N was starting to see white and every time her eyelids drooped, he knocked the air out of her lungs waking her up.
  “Keep your eyes open or I will have to punish you.” he demanded, feeling her walls contract around him again and he slipped his fingers to her clit, drawing figure eights on it, matching every thrust. “That will be fun. Watching you squirm and beg for me for hours –”
  “K-Kai –” she gripped tightly on the sheets. ”– I c-can’t – p-please –“
  “Please what, baby girl? You want to cum ?” he moaned, his lenght twitching inside her at the same time her walls tightened more intensely than ever around him.
  “Yes – OH FUck —” she semi-screamed while he continued to set her on fire with each thrust. “Cum for me, baby girl. ” he grunted. “I want to feel you come undone around me while you scream my name.”
Almost the same second he said it Y/N came around him, screaming his name louder than ever. Her walls clenched around him intensely, triggering his release. A louder moan tumbled off his lips and he came in hot spurts inside her, riding through both their highs before he rolled onto the bed next to her and pulled her onto his lap with his lenght still inside her. Y/N’s hands hooked around his neck, playing with the scruff on the back of his head and his hands found their way on her waist, making her ride him faster.
  ”So greedy tonight –” she moaned, resting her forehead on his. “ – I fucking love it.”
  “I am only starting, baby girl. You will be sore all over tomorrow –” he moaned, smashing his bloody lips against hers. He had no idea what was happening with him that night, only knew he couldn’t possibly get enough. “Get on all fours.”
Y/N pressed her lips against his and swung her leg off his lap, bracing herself on her hands/knees. Kai moved on the bed, getting right behind her, agonisingly slowly trailing his fingertips up her inner thighs to her heat.
  “Hmm you had so much fun.” he cooed “Look at yourself, such a dripping mess. I’ll have to fix this. Though I have to admit - I love seeing your juices mixed with my cum.”
Kai brushed his fingers against her swollen clit feeling her body convulse for a second and then dipped his fingers inside her, curling them around slowly. His girl was so sensitive in that moment, he was pretty sure he could get her to cum without even touching her there. A devilish smirk showed on his face and he rubbed his palm gently against her ass cheeks and when she least expected it – he slapped her. Then he repeated again making her body jolt forward, each time catching her off guard. Y/N could hear him humming some song while his fingers continued to drive her wild and another smack followed. Her skin felt on fire or maybe the room was on fire – she wasn’t sure.
  “OH FUCK –” she moaned louder.
  “You like that, don’t you?” he cooed. Kai knew exactly what his actions did to her, how each slap turned her skin to fire and was capable to literally get her dripping down her thighs, and tonight he didn’t plan on holding back at all.
  "FUck – yes.” she semi-screamed when another smack followed.
  “There will be such a pretty bruise here tomorrow.” he cooed, slapping her cheeks again. Kai loved every single sound she made in that moment but most of all, he loved the effect he had on her. At first when he had invoked the rules, Y/N had been a little reluctant but later on had turned out those turned her on like crazy. His girl loved it when he was in charge almost as much as he did. Perhaps more.
  "Fuck me –” she moaned, feeling his lenght rub against her folds, sliding just the tip inside again and again. Y/N pushed her hips back at him, wanting all of him but he was a step ahead of her every time. There was no doubt in her mind he was currently smirking, enjoying every second of torturing her like that as much as she did.
 “Please, Kai – I need you.” she moaned, pushing her hips back at him at the exact same time he entered her so hard, she almost lost her balance. He positioned himself carefully behind her making sure he’d hit her spot every time. Loud moans tumbled off her parted lips and Y/N gripped on the sheets, her body jolting forward each time he entered her, each thrust rougher and harder then the last. Her heart and breathing raced to catch up with each other, failing every single time. It felt as if he wanted to bury his entire self inside her. Kai leaned over her, his breath tickling her skin while he left wet kisses on her back, shoulder and neck. Her boyfriend wrapped his hand around her neck lightly, making her turn around and their lips met in a passionate kiss, feeling her walls clench around him while continued to pound her senseless.
 “OH fuck – Look at those walls clenching around me.” he moaned a little louder, his lenght twitching inside her. “I won’t ever get enough of them doing that –”
Y/N moaned, biting on the pillow. Each thrust threw her straight into Hell, with flames licking up her skin. Electricity flowed through her veins from the spot his hands were on her waist, spreading through her body when he wrapped his hands around her and pulled her on top of him in vampire speed. Kai’s hands travelled up and down her body. Y/N rested her head back next to his, her mouth hanging open moaning his name louder each time his thick shaft filled her in to the brim, their hips meeting halfway. It felt as if the room was on fire and they were on fire along with it.
 “Fuck I’m s-so clo-se – ” she moaned.
 “You can let go if you want.“ he moaned in her ear, slipping his fingers down to her clit.
 “N-no.” she turned towards him, taking him by surprise with her answer. “I want us to get there together.”
Kai grinned at her and their lips collided in a hungry passionate kiss while his fingers drew rough figure eights on her clit. Y/N reached her hand back, cupping his face and he rolled them on their sides in vampire speed. He lifted her leg up over his waist semi-climbing on top of her, continuing to pound relentlessly inside her knocking the air out of her lungs with each thrust. Their lips crashed together in a passionate kiss and his lenght twitched inside again at the exact same time her walls clenched around him tighter than ever, triggering his orgasm and he came in hot spurts inside her with her release following right after. Kai rode through both their highs, not slowing down for a second until they were both finished and he collapsed on top of her, barely able to stop himself from continuing on.
 “I should wake you up in the middle of the night more often.“ she grinned, trying to catch her breath. "You were already wide awake, weren’t you ?”
 “Of course I was.“ he grinned. "Who can sleep with everything we did before we got to bed on repeat in their head ?” he pressed his lips onto hers kissing her gently, listening to her heart trying to leap out of her chest when his lips found their spot on her neck and down her collarbone.
Y/N tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him up until their eyes were on the same level. His eyes were so insanely blue in that instant, she found herself getting lost in them. "It was on loop in your head too ?”
 “How can it not be ?“ he smiled at her. "Tonight is probably my favourite night we’ve spent together, besides the night we spent together right after I got out of 1903.“
 “D-do you remember what you did back then with the –”
 “– handcuffs ?“ he grinned at her. "We really are made for each other. It’s like you were in my head just now. Catch your breath, sweetheart. I am far from done with you for the night –“


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Tom Holland Imagine: Interview

Summary: You’re being interviewed and have mentioned in the past that you have a crush on Tom Holland. He surprises you in air and asks you out.

A/N: so this is based on something that actually happened to poor sweet little Bea Miller with Luke Hemmings where Luke surprised her on air when she had mentioned in the past that she had a crush on him😂😂 enjoy!

Warnings: None

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“So, we’re on air with Y/N L/N and she just sang a cover of Sam Smith’s "Stay With Me”. So Y/N, what first inspired you to become a singer?“

"Well, I’ve always loved singing and one day there were some painters painting our bathroom and I was singing Cinderella by the Cheetah Girls and one of the painters thought that I was the radio and after that I just became very passionate about singing and wanted to peruse it. I was very lucky to be given such supporting parents that allowed me to follow my dreams.”

“Well, thank you Mrs. And Mr. L/N! I love your music. And I heard recently that you’re quite the marvel fan! Any crushes on the cast?”

“Yes! I love marvel. And I do have my eye on one marvel actor…”

“C'mon, spill, Y/N, who is it!?”

“I’ve already spilled it! I’ve been saying for the past couple months that I’ve had my eye on that new Spider-Man, Tom Holland. He’s VERY cute.”

“Tom Holland!?”

“Yes, he’s sooooo cute! I’ve never really cared for Spider-Man until him. He’s just amazing for the role.”

“He is amazing. What would you do if you ever met him?”

“Uhhh would it be weird if I asked him to marry me? Haha”

“Well let’s ask him. Tom, would you be weirded out if Y/N asked you to marry her?”

I paused before I heard a British accent speak through the phone.

“I would be honored if she asked me to marry her! I’m quite the fan of hers.”

“Well, Tom, I just have one request, wait till you’re older!”

“Haha, well of course!”

I sat there waiting for the interviewer to tell me this was fake.

“Well, Y/N, you have your answer!”

“…That’s a joke, right?”

“No, that’s really Tom Holland!”

“No, that’s a joke! That has to be a joke! Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed!”

“No, it’s really him! Go ahead and ask him any question!”

“No, because then I’m gonna look like an idiot because that’s not really him!”

“Not it’s really Tom! Tom, say something to prove that it’s you!”

I heard a laugh before “Tom” finally spoke again.

“I don’t know what to say, I’ve never really had to prove myself before.”

“Well, how about you just ask Y/N what you wanted to ask her.”

“Yes, of course! Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to be my date to the Spider-Man: Homecoming premiere in LA next week.”

“What!? This is a joke! This isn’t Tom! This isn’t happening!”

“Love, it’s really me! I would love for you to accompany me! I have to go now, but have Ryan give you my number before you leave and you can call me and we’ll set everything up! Goodbye, everyone! I can’t wait for you guys to see the film in theaters worldwide on July 7th!”

Then the line went dead.

“That was fake, right?”

“No that was really Tom Holland.”

“OH MY GOD! I hate you! That was so embarrassing!”

“Well, now you have a date with him!”

“I can’t believe that just happened! Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed! Wow, it’s really a good thing that I said he was hot cause like it would’ve been really awkward if I was just like ‘God I hate Tom Holland he’s the worst spider-man ever’ and then he was just like 'uhh… hey…’”

“Hahaha! That would’ve been so funny! Well, for all you people just now tuning in, we’ve just set Tom Holland and Y/N L/N up on a date for next week. Well, Y/N, it’s been a real pleasure to have you with us today! We’ll have to get you back soon so you can tell us all about your date!”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to spill the details to anyone else!”

And with that the interview ended. Before I left, Ryan made sure to give me a piece of paper with Tom’s number written on it.


—Time Skip—

“Alright, Y/N, Tom’s going to meet you at the premiere at the front of the red carpet. He should be there before you so just go meet him there.”

“Okay, Lindsay. Thank you!”

I hung up the phone with my manager before I got inside the black car waiting outside to drive me to the premiere.

I tapped my foot impatiently on the floor of the car as I waited for it to pull up to the premiere. Not only was I FINALLY going to be seeing Spider-Man: Homecoming, but my celebrity crush was my date to the event!

After what felt like hours, the car pulled to a stop. A man in a black suit opened the door and helped me out. I thanked him and then walked to the entrance to the red carpet where Tom was standing, fidgeting nervously with his tie.

His eyes finally landed on me and smile lit up on his face.

“Told you it was me.” He said as he held his hand out to me.

I laughed as I shook his hand.

“Sorry for being really awkward, I was just caught off guard…”

Tom laughed.

“You’re fine. It was actually really cute and flattering. And hey, maybe if everything goes well tonight I really will take you up on your proposal.”

I elbowed Tom in the gut as he laughed at my red face.

“Shut up!”

Tom finally stopped laughing and guided me out onto the red carpet.

Cameras were flashing and people were yelling our names as they noticed our arrival. Tom’s hand laid on my lower back as we smiled and chatted as paparazzi took our picture.

After a few minutes of picture taking, Tom and I walked away to the interview section.

“I’m gonna skip this part and go get a drink. I’ll meet you when you’re done, okay?” I said to him.

Tom smiled down at me.

“Sounds good, love.” He said as he kissed my forehead.

I watched as Tom walked up to where Jacob was standing and began to interrupt their interview.

I smiled and walked into the lobby of the theater.

I grabbed a water bottle off the table and pulled my phone out and began to reply to a few texts when I felt a hand tap my shoulder.

I turned around to face a boy around my age standing there. He was slightly taller than Tom and had bright blue eyes and blonde hair.

“Hello! I’m Harrison, Tom’s best friend!”

“Oh, hello! I’m Y/N.”

“Yeah, I know. Tom hasn’t shut up about this date all week.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! He dragged me to TONS of stores trying to find the best outfit and wouldn’t stop nagging me about whether or not he looked good enough for you.”

I blushed at Harrison’s confession.

“Alright, Haz, that’s enough.” Tom interrupted before Harrison could go on.

I turned to face him and saw that a slight shade of pink on his once pale cheeks.

Harrison laughed before walking away to where Zendaya and Laura stood across the lobby.

“Sorry about him, love. He sometimes doesn’t know when to shut his mouth.”

“It’s fine. He’s seems really sweet.”

“Yeah, as much of a pain in the ass he is, he’s the best friend I could ever ask for.”

I smiled at Tom before he lead me into the theater. Tom greeted some of his friends and cast mates before taking a seat between Harrison and I.

As the movie ended, I noticed how nervous Tom seemed as he look around at everyone’s reactions.

“Tom, the movie was absolutely incredible!” I said to him as I squeezed his hand.

Tom looked over at me with a look of relief.

“Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot.”

“Of course, Tom. I loved every second of it.”

Tom couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face.

“Y/N, do you think maybe we could go out tomorrow? Like, on a real date?”

“I would like nothing more.”

—5 Years Later—

“Y/N! How have you been?!”

“I’ve been outstanding, Ryan!”

“So, I have to know what you wanted to share! Once you called in, I couldn’t wait to get you on air again.”

“Well, Ryan. As you and most of your viewers probably know, Tom and I have been dating for 5 years as of yesterday. And since Tom and I met on your show, I thought it be best if I shared the news on here first. On April 14, 2023, Tom and I will be getting married!” I said as I held my finger up showing the ring Tom had given me last night.

“Oh my god! You and Tom are getting married!?”

I nodded.

“He proposed last night on our anniversary. I called first thing this morning and demanded to be put on air to make the announcement!”

“That’s so amazing, Y/N! I hope I’m invited to the wedding!”

“Well of course! How could we not invite the person who started it all?!”

“Wow, thank you so much for sharing the news with us first! Now I’m sure you have a lot of planning to do so I’m going to let you go. I hope you have the best time planning your wedding!”

“Thank you, Ryan!”

And with that, you were out of the studio and on your way home to your future husband.

{The Best Man} a Chris Evans/Sebastian Stan Imagine

“Quiet for the best man,” Sebastian said, getting up from his chair and passing the microphone over to Chris.

Chris stood up, smile on his face as he shook Sebastian’s hand. “Well, I gotta say,” Chris started, mischievous grin crossing his face, “I never thought this day would happen,” he joked and she and Sebastian looked at each other and laughed.

“Not because of any other reason than I was convinced that Sebastian would royally screw it up. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a great guy,” he continued, flashing a smile as Sebastian, “but he’s kind of a clumsy dork,” he said as everyone laughed and she couldn’t help but nod along.

“He liked her from the beginning,” he began again, “but he almost blew it. First night that we all hung out, he spilled his drink all over her,” he paused, everyone laughing, “the second night he punched her in the face,” Sebastian put his head in his hands as Chris clapped him on the back.

“But, it got worse,” he laughed, “he tripped over his feet every time she was in the vicinity. Ran into walls. Doors. Trailers. Whatever was near and solid,” he laughed again, clutching his chest, nearly doubled over.

“He was a mess. But he was in love.”

“And in all seriousness, you two,” he said, looking at them, “I couldn’t possibly be more honored to be standing up here, and am over the moon happy for the two of you.”

Sebastian stood and Chris pulled him into a hug. “Take care of your bride. You’re a lucky man to have her.”

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