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In the Arms of Justice Pt. 16 (Cop!Bucky Drabble Series)

Characters: reader x Detective Barnes, Natasha, Rumlow. 

Summary: Reader is a witness to a crime, tying her to the investigation as well as the police involved. She never would have guessed how that one night would continue to change her life years later.

Warnings: Some anxiety, also blood, murder, weapon and death mentions (none of it graphic), violence against women, gritty police drama tv show kind of feel.

Word Count: 1054

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A/N: I’M BACK, BABY. A thousand apologies that it took so long for me to find my groove and stop being afraid of this fic. heh. I finally tackled it and miraculously, I’m in love with it again! Detective Barnes is back and I’m so excited for what’s ahead. :D Part 17 will be posted Friday, May 19! 

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Entering her office once again, Natasha stepped forward.

“Y/N, this is Mr. Kopecky. His aunt and uncle immigrated from the Czech Republic and he would like to keep them here legally.”

The man was facing away from you, reading the degrees and certificates adorning the esteemed lawyer’s office wall.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Kope…”

As he turned your way, you lost all power of speech, ice freezing in your veins. 


You remained frozen in place, eyes transfixed on the man who held a knife at your throat two nights ago and now haunted your dreams. Although, if you had passed him on the street you might not have recognized him. Instead of the bleach-blond hair and a clean shaven face, he now wore a knitted cap over a bald head with a few days’ stubble dotting his chin. Horn-rimmed glasses were perched on his nose and he wore khaki trousers with a long-sleeved black sweater and dress shoes. If it weren’t for the cold eyes fixed on yours and the scar on his left cheek, you could have sworn it wasn’t the same man.

Light bruising was visible under his eyes, you noticed as he took a few steps forward. His nose might not have been broken by your head striking it, but you definitely left your mark. Seeing him approach from across the room, you finally thawed enough to stumble to Natasha’s side.

“H-how did he get in here?” you whispered to her, your eyes never leaving his face.

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Omg so I’m rewatching To Catch A Jedi because I love pain and I never noticed this before… it’s such a small moment, but right after Wolffe stuns Ahsoka, Anakin goes to her side and touches her wrist/hand. He kind of rubs it gently. I never caught the subtle motion before, but it’s such a gesture of concern and it hurts my heart in the best way because he loved her so much. Anakin and Ahsoka’s master-padawan relationship, their friendship, is so important and it brought out so much more to Anakin than any other relationship in the series or the movies imo. Idk I just… ;___;


Pairing: Yuta x (female) reader
Genre: smut; fuckboy!Yuta
Warning: drugs and alcohol possession, sex while intoxicated, sex while buzzed, sex while high

It was dark as people grinded against each other. The music pumping through their veins, giving them confidence, letting the rhythm control their body.

You leaned against the wall and took a drag of the joint that was passed to you. You held it in before exhaling the smoke that formed into ‘Os’.

“That’s so basic, I could do better.” Your best friend Sanah commented before taking a drag herself.

You giggled and ran your fingers through your hair. You reached for your beer bottle and downed the rest of your beer. The buzz and high you felt clouding your mind. This was exactly what you needed and you didn’t think anyone could ruin the tranquil state you were in right now.

“I see you decided to come after all princess.”

You spoke too soon.

“Free weed is free weed. I’m here for the alcohol too.” You commented standing up from your spot on the floor. You sauntered towards the kitchen to poor yourself a drink. You were gonna need it if you had to deal with him.

The douchiest guy on earth was talking to you and honestly you’d rather be anywhere else than near him. Nakamoto Yuta is literally just a bunch of walking hormones.

“Is that really all princess?”

“Hm let me think,” You said pretending to ponder other reasons, “Weed, alcohol, a bit of dancing? Yeah that’s pretty much it.”

You poured the both of you a shot of vodka and passed his glass over to him. Yuta smirked and set his shot down. He leaned closer and pressed his lips onto your jaw making his way down your neck.

“I know that’s not all you want. I’ll be right here to give it to you when you’re ready. Whether it’s here, in the living room, or in my bedroom. I’m always ready.” Yuta whispered in your ear. His fingers splayed across your waist as he closed whatever space was left between you two.

“I know, so I suggest you go find someone else to stick Yuta Jr. in. Looks like he’s ready to play.”

You finished your shot and pushed your empty glass in his hand. You were here to have fun so that was exactly what you were going to do. You strutted towards the dance floor and found someone who caught your eye. Smirking, you motioned for him to come near you. Your hips swayed and your hand pushed back your hair.

“What is a girl like you doing all alone?”

“I’m not alone anymore am I?” You asked innocently as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I’m all yours.” He responded as his hands began roaming your body.

“Good, because I need someone to entertain me.”

You turned around, rolling your hips against him, and grinded into his pelvis. You laid your head against his shoulder and let your body take control of itself.

You tilted your head and saw Yuta leaning against the wall smoking his blunt with a girl palming him through his jeans and kissing his chest. If looks could kill, you and this stranger would be dead on the spot.

Which made this even more fun.

You never said you didn’t like being a tease. You liked making him suffer, he deserved it anyway. Besides it looks like he found someone to get him off already.

“Alright everyone let’s play spin the bottle!” Yuta exclaimed with his eyes trained on you.

You scoffed at his immaturity. Spin the bottle? Really Yuta?

“You’re getting laid tonight, let’s go!”  Sanah said excitedly, pulling you away from the stranger you were pressed against. She set you down next to her causing you to be right across from Yuta.

“I’ll go first.” Yuta stated laying the empty beer bottle on the floor.

You scoffed and watching the bottle spin. Yuta sat down next to the same girl he was leaning against the wall with. You rolled your eyes at how she just threw herself at him. Was that even necessary? Wait, why are you even bothered by this? Was it the weed making you feel this way?

“It’s slowing down.” Sanah whispered.

“I don’t care.” You commented still staring at Yuta’s new toy. She was straddling his lap and you hated it. Who did she think she was? Fuck, maybe it was the weed.

“Well you should.”

You averted your eyes to see the end of the bottle pointing at you.

“Well princess are you just gonna sit there?”

“Spin it again.”

“Can’t, we have to kiss for ten seconds. Rules are rules.” Yuta chuckled, he must really be enjoying this. The girl climbed off of him, giving you a dirty look as she moved. You rolled your eyes and crawled towards the middle.

“Sit on daddy’s lap princess.”

Yeah, he was enjoying this too much. How did this even happen? Out of so many people the bottle had to land on you. He held your waist as you straddled his lap. You sighed and leaned down to meet his lips.

“Just this once Nakamoto.” You whispered.

“We’ll see about that.”

Yuta closed the remaining gap between you two. You could hear the cheers going on around you. You knew everyone would definitely lose their shit. You and Yuta running around each other was a known thing around campus.

You could taste the alcohol and marijuana in his mouth. His lips were so soft against yours. You ran your fingers through his hair and tilted your head to deepen the kiss. He nibbled on your lip and sucked on it. You pulled away, your lips covered with a sheen of saliva.

“That wasn’t ten seconds.” Yuta stated pulling you closer by your shirt.

“That was definitely ten seconds.”

“No, I say that was about five seconds. Now I’m losing my patience.”

“You poor thing. What do you want me to do about it then?”

Yuta lifted up your shirt until your bra was revealed. His hands groping the covered mounds on your chest. Fuck, it felt so good you had to bite your lip to hold back a moan.

“I want a little more than just a kiss. Put on a little show for me.”

You removed your top and threw it towards Sanah. “Do as you wish. You have five seconds.”

You leaned down and reconnected your lips. The kiss between you two was rougher than before. His hands massaging your breast through your bra. You could sense the sexual tension in the air, but you didn’t mind. You could hear mutters of profanity and grunts around you. You rolled your hips down eliciting a groan from the boy. Yuta licked your bottom lip and you gasped. He took that as an opportunity for his tongue to invade your mouth. You could feel yourself getting soaked the longer this went on. You couldn’t give him all the satisfaction, so you pulled away crawled off of his lap.

“Your ten seconds are up.”

Yuta stared at your figure as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes glued to your chest.

“I think I’ll keep my shirt off for a little while. It’s a little hot in here, don’t you think?”

Yuta clenched his jaw and roughly set his girl toy on his lap. He then began to kiss her aggressively, teeth clashing and tongues pressed against each other. She ran her fingers through his hair and smiled. Yet his eyes were wide open and glued to you and only you.

You could feel your blood boiling at the sight. You stood up and grabbed your top from Sanah’s hands. You weren’t going to let him get to you. He was the number one fuckboy of them all. You should be used to this by now. It’s not worth it.

Getting your feelings hurt wasn’t worth it.

You slipped on your shirt and grabbed a bottle of vodka. Fuck him, fuck boys, and fuck parties. You poured yourself a shot, but decided against. What were you even doing? Were you really this weak? You took a deep breath and went to drink straight out of the bottle. You needed to go from buzzed and high to on the verge of death.

“Woah slow down, I think you’ve had enough.” Someone said taking the bottle out of your hand. You wiped your mouth and leaned against the wall, your eyes trained on the boy in front of you. Couldn’t they just disappear for a little while?

“I don’t think I’ve had enough.”

The stranger chuckled softly at your slightly slurred speech.

“Trust me sweetheart, you have.” He retorted, running his fingers through your hair. He leaned his arm against the wall behind you and stared intently in your eyes. You had to admit he was cute, but a little too cute.

Seemed cocky too.

“Since you want to tell me how much I can take, what’s your name?”

“Taeyong, yours?”

“Y/N, pleasure to meet you.”

“Trust me princess the pleasure is all mine.” He whispered in your ear.

You smirked and pushed yourself off of the wall. “Lets dance.” Even though you were borderline drunk and pretty high, you managed to keep your balance steady just a tad bit.

You leaned against Taeyong and let him be your guide. Your hips rocked with his to the music. You could feel the heat from everyone on the dance floor. Taeyong slid his hands underneath your shirt and made contact with your bare skin. His fingers tracing little patterns on your sides. He pulled you closer so you were leaning right against his hips.

“I know something that’s way more fun than just dancing.”

“What is that exactly?” You asked pretending to be clueless.

You felt his hand slide into your jeans and inch their way down further and further. Was he really going to touch you while everyone was around.

“Shit!” You hissed as his hand slowly rubbed your pussy.

Okay maybe he was.

You bit your lip and giggled into his neck. Your hand gripping his shirt. You thrusted your hips a little to get more friction.

“You like that, yeah? Such a dirty girl, getting off while everyone’s watching. I like that.”

Taeyong sped up his pace and pressed your hips down against yours. His hand slipped under your panties and played with your wet folds.

“Fuck, Taeyong..”

“I can make you feel so good tonight baby.”

He pulled his hand out of your jeans and licked the juices off his fingers. You licked your lips and nodded in agreement. There’s nothing wrong with hooking up with a stranger anyway.

“Let me get ready, I’ll be right back.”

You smirked and swayed your hips as you walked away. Fuck you were so gone, you needed to freshen up a little. You opened a door only to find someone you were hoping you wouldn’t run into.

“Sorry I was looking for the bathroom.” You muttered. You began closing the door when he replied.

“Looked like you were having a lot of fun down there with that guy.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned against the doorframe. “That’s none of your business Yuta. Although you and that girl were a little close too.”

“That’s none of your business, Y/N.”

Yuta stared at you from his bed. Joint in between his fingers as he blew out the smoke that clouded his lungs. His eyes dark in the low lighting.

“Who are you to tell me who to hook up with?”

Yuta chuckled and stood up from his spot. He then calmly made his way over to you, his expression sultry. Before you knew it he yanked you from the doorframe and slammed the door shut, your back roughly hitting against it.

“You should obey daddy.”

He took a long drag and slowly blew the smoke in your face. His red eyes trained on you, studying your facial features. His thumb grazed over your lips, to your chin, and down your neck.

“Should I obey? I heard you liked your girls naughty.”

“Don’t forget sweetheart, naughty girls get punished.” He whispered in your ear. The feel of his breath tickling your skin sent shivers down your spine.

You shouldn’t give in, you shouldn’t give in.

“Punish me, daddy.”

Yuta smirked in response, his lips already attacking your neck. You wrapped your arms around his neck and closed your eyes. You shouldn’t give in, but oh god did you want to. You bent your neck to the side to give him more room.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to dominate you in front of everyone. Show every guy who was jerking off to the sight of you who you belonged to.” Yuta growled.

“I don’t belong to anyone.”

“You belong to me and me only. You belong to daddy and daddy needs his babygirl right now.”

Yuta lifted up your shirt to remove it, while you unbuttoned his pants. Fuck your conscience. Fuck the warning signs. You want him right here, right now. The thought of his cock intruding your walls made you so wet it was unbearable.

“I need you so badly daddy, it hurts!” You whined, dropping on to your knees and placing your mouth on his clothed erection.

“Why don’t you take good care of me baby? Show me just how talented your mouth is. Show me you deserve daddy’s huge throbbing cock.”

Your fingers hurriedly reached to pull down his boxers. Your mouth salivating at the thought. You practically moaned at the sight of his stiff cock. Precum already dripping from his tip.

“It’s so big, daddy.” You praised. You slowly licked a long strip on the side of his member. Yuta hissed and grabbed at your hair with hand, the other tightly holding his blunt in between his fingers.

You steadily placed your mouth over his cock. His moans giving you confidence. The slight taste of his come lingering on the tip of your tomgue causing you to want more. You wrapped your hands around the base and began bobbing your head. Your tongue licking the sides.

“Fuck, that’s it babygirl! Shit! Keep going, make daddy come.”

You hollowed your cheeks and picked up the pace, taking him as deep as you possibly could. Yuta roughly grabbed you by your hair and thrusted into your mouth. His tip hitting the back of your throat, making tears swell up. You moaned around his cock which sent a shiver down his spine.

“Fuck, Y/N! I want you to choke on this cock! Make me proud, show me how much of a good girl my princess is! That’s right baby, right there.” Yuta hissed grabbing the back of your neck with his free hand. He was so close to being pushed over the edge.

Yuta inhaled the drug and exhaled directly in your face. The alcohol and weed making him dizzy.

He loved it.

Yuta pulled out and started pumping his member to bring himself closer to his climax.

“Open your mouth.” He commanded.

You did as you were told and opened your mouth as widely as you could. His grunts and moans getting to you. Fuck, you were throbbing so much it hurt. Suddenly Yuta came all over your face. His come hit your cheek, chin, lips, and even some on your chest. Some of it made its way into your mouth.

“Such a pretty picture. Daddy’s seed all over you. Dripping from your chin onto your breasts.”

You licked your lips and pulled him down for a kiss. Your tongue exploring his mouth as you devoured his lips. Yuta pulled away to lick his come off of your cheek and chin. As he went to kiss you, you sucked on his tongue and let it invade your mouth.

“Such a nasty girl.” He muttered, smirking.

He lifted you up and carried you to the bed. He took a swig of alcohol from the bottle next to his bed and stared at your form. You whined and squirmed around waiting for him to do something.

“I never thought I’d see the day where I have you in bed.”

“If you don’t do anything really fucking quick you won’t be seeing me in bed much longer.”

“Is that a threat princess?” Yuta growled.

“Just know I have someone else waiting for me downstairs. His fingers are like magic, I’m sure his tongue is even be-” You were caught off by Yuta’s grip on your neck. You thrusted your hips in response, you were getting more and more aroused by the second.

“You let him touch what was mine? You let his dirty fingers touch that pretty little pussy of yours?”

“Y-Yes daddy.”

“You’re in so much trouble babygirl.”

Yuta ripped your panties from your body and unhooked your bra. He pulled his shirt over his head and spread your legs apart. The burning in your thighs only heightened the pleasure you were getting out of this.

“You’ll be begging for mercy, you’ll regret even coming up here.”

He sucked and bit on your thighs wanting to leave marks behind. Your toes curled and you had to grip at the sheets. His teeth grazed the flesh and he licked over his marks.

He then slowly let his tongue touch your folds. You were soaking wet and it was driving him crazy. Your juices dripping onto the sheets. Your chest quickly rising because of your labored breaths. The way his tongue moved was painfully slow. You couldn’t stop squirming.

“Stay still or I’ll stop.”

You groaned and threw your head back. How could he say that to you? You were basically dying up here, does possess zero sympathy in his body?

“Yuta, please! Daddy go faster!”

Instead Yuta kept his steady pace. Torturing you as he sucked on your clit. You gasped at the pleasure and reached out for him, but he roughly slapped your hands away.

“Don’t touch me, I don’t think you’ve earned that privilege yet. Now stay still babygirl.”

Why was he doing this to you? You didn’t deserve this. You watched as Yuta lapped over your folds, your pussy glistening with his saliva. You were so close! At this rate you were gonna come so quickly.

“Yuta, stop! I’m gonna-”

“Come for me. I need to taste more of you. Shit, you taste so good. Such a good girl for daddy.”

With one more suck you finally found relief. He licked every drop of your juices and cleaned you up. He leaned over you and reached for a condom that was placed on the table next to you.

“No, I want to feel you. Only you.”

“Are you sure baby?”

“I’m on the pill, just oh god! Please fuck me raw, fuck me so hard I won’t be able to move.” You whimpered.

Yuta nodded and threw the condom back on the table. He readjusted your legs and lined himself up with your entrance. You were more than ready for him. The excitement building inside of you.

You groaned when you felt him entering you. The painful sensation causing you to bite your lip to silence your cries. You both couldn’t deny how good it felt though. Yuta has never experienced such a perfect feeling, the way your walls trapped him in tightly was holy. As if your body was crafted by the gods and goddesses themselves.

He took his time and cherished this moment of being so deep inside of you.

“Daddy, please!”

“Please what princess?”


Yuta nodded and picked up his pace. He leaned down and his lips latched onto your neck. Sucking and biting on your pulse. The way his hips moved made you beg for more. You underestimated him, he was way better than you thought he would be. Euphoria spreading throughout your body. He rendered you speechless.

“There you go baby, that’s it. Do you love how daddy’s cock fills you up? You feel so good around me I never want to stop.”

Your nails scraped against his back leaving a trail of angry red marks behind. You clenched around him in response, bringing you both close to your orgasms.

“I’m so close Yuta, please!”

“Shit, me too!”

You groaned and dug your nails into his shoulders. Yuta pounded into you until you were a limp mess. Your legs felt numb and your hips were most likely bruised. You were so close and couldn’t hold it in anymore. Your voice screaming his name as you came all over his cock.

“Yuta please,” But he wasn’t finished yet. Yuta lifted your hips and adjusted the angle so he could push himself in even deeper. You arched your back and cried out. The room was spinning and you were sure this amount of pleasure was lethal.  

“Ngh- Fuck, Y/N!”

Yuta pulled out and shot his load all over your sensitive pussy and your hips. He collected some on his finger and brought it up to your lips. You sucked his fingers clean while keeping intense eye contact, this has to have been the best fuck you’ve ever had.

“Better than I thought princess, who knew you could be so nasty in bed.” Yuta commented as he searched for something to clean you up with.

“I never thought I’d say this, but you were better than all my past hookups combined.”

“So was that what that was? Just a hookup?” He asked before licking his come off of your woman hood.

“Yuta, stop I’m sensitive!” You exclaimed trying to push him away.

He simply chuckled and cleaned the rest up carefully with a wet towel. Leaving a quick kiss on the thigh in the process.

“You didn’t answer my question baby.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be a hookup in the first place. At least not with you, but I wouldn’t mind if it was more. You’ve proven your worth.”

You turned towards his laid out figure and stared into his eyes. His fingers trailed back and forth from your thighs and hips to your side.

“So, this is gonna be a regular thing now?”

“If you keep bringing the weed and alcohol it can be.”

Yuta chuckled and pulled you closer. Oh, did he have plans for the both of you.

Home Series, Part Five

Pairings: Peter Quill x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: mild language, angst

A/N: This was only suppose to be a very long one shot. No beta this time. Song for this part: Here Comes Your Man by the Pixies

Summary: Your best friend in the whole galaxy is coming to visit to help out with Thanos. When he arrives, Steve finds himself jealous of the close relationship Peter and you have. Will this stop the man from telling you how he feels? Will old feelings be brought up once Peter arrives? Does first love truly fade?    Part One   Part Two  Part Three Part Four

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Early Morning Tease (Seth Rollins) - the reader is home with her boyfriend Seth for the holidays. Seth goes out with his friends for a few drinks, but not before being teased as he leaves. fluff/smut

y'all, this is my first time posting my writing on this blog so let me know what you think.

WARNINGS: language/smut(ish)


“That’s such BULLSHIT,” Seth yelled from the living room. I rolled my eyes, assuming he was just pissed that he was losing his video game. Every morning Seth ate his breakfast while he played Madden. It was like a tradition in our house. And almost every morning, Seth lost.

I grabbed my mug and made way into the living, finding that my assumptions were true when I saw an angry Seth standing right in front of the TV, thumbs furiously pushing at the buttons on his controller. I plopped myself down onto the couch and brought my knees to my chest, watching him with intrigue. Whenever he got worked up, his back muscles involuntarily tensed and flexed. I like to think it’s the universe’s little gift to me.

About ten minutes passed and Seth had officially lost to the Minnesota Vikings, 24-0, with a defeated and angry, “Fuck!” He turned around and looked me in eyes, smiling softly before climbing over the coffee table so he was standing in front of me. He leaned down and gave me a lingering kiss on the lips, before pulling back and gently kissing my forehead.

“Bet you had no idea was even sitting here, huh?” I asked, playfully poking his face as he sat down next to me, curling up into my side like a child.

“No, I knew,” he said, matter-of-fact.

“Seth there’s no way you knew. You were so engrossed in your video game.”

“You’re wrong. I always know when you’re around me. I have like, spidey senses that only work for you,” he looked up at me for his place on my hip and smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him again, for the second time this morning. “You’re an idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot. That’s the beauty of it,” he sighed into my skin.

I was really thankful for the time we had together at home in Davenport this Christmas. It originally wasn’t looking like we were going to be able to make it home until the 23rd and then in turn have to be back in Tampa by the 27th, but Carrano pulled some strings for us at the very last minute. Now we had about 2 and a half weeks off together. No obligations, no responsibilities (other than Kevin), and no work. Us both being professional wrestlers on the main roster for WWE, it was hard to get time like this. Time where we could lounge on the couch at our home and enjoy each other’s company.

“I’d be so lost without you, babe,” I muttered into my cup.

“Likewise, princess.” He placed a kiss on the outer part of my thigh before sitting up. “Speaking of that actually….” he trailed off, looking sheepish.

I gave him my best stern look, anticipating my annoyance at whatever was going to come out of his mouth in the next 30 seconds. “What did you do?”

He stood up and started backing away from me and into the kitchen, out of my smacking range, but I just picked myself up and followed him. “Okay, baby. You can’t be mad because it’s… i-it’s something you told me to do.” He raised his hands in defense.

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the kitchen counter. “Take out the trash? Do the dishes? Put your disgusting socks into the washer and not leave them on the bathroom floor?” I questioned, gaining an eye roll from him.

“Okay, not exactly. But I promise that I’ll start getting better about that stuff.” He trailed off, not sure how to read my body language. “Remember how you told me to take time to relax and indulge in the small moments in life?”

I vaguely recalled being wine-drunk a couple nights before and telling him those things. I groaned inwardly. I should’ve known those words would come back and potentially bite me in the ass. I nodded tightly, too annoyed with myself to actually speak.

“Wellllllll,” he began, putting his hands on his hips and looking at me with that stupid, cute ass face that made me agree to anything he wanted. “The guys invited me to go over the lodge today and shoot some pool and drink some beer and I said I’d come.” He backtracked and raised his hands defensively when he saw my eyebrow raise. “I said I could ONLY go if it was alright with you.”

His big, brown bambi eyes pleaded with me and of course, my weak heart couldn’t stand here and say no when he looked so goddamn cute. But that didn’t mean I would let it look like I surrendered too easily.

“Oh? What time were you thinking?”

“Like 10? Only if that’s okay with you, princess,” he smiled nervously at me.

“And you’re going to the Moose Lodge here in town?”

“Yes. Just 10 minutes down the road. Close enough to be home incase of an emergency.”

I pursed my lips and pretended to contemplate before pointing a finger at him, commanding his attention. “I promise not to be a needy, mopey baby when you go hang out with your friends as long as you bring me some fried pickles when you come home.”

A big wide, award-winning smile spread across his face and he came around the kitchen island to envelope me in a warm hug. I squeezed him tightly, breathing in his scent. He felt like home and I loved it.

Seth pulled back just slightly to kiss me on the lips and then again and again. “Thanks, babe. I just didn’t want to leave you hanging while we had the chance to be home together.”

Eye roll count for today: 3.

“Seth, your friends deserve to see you too. They get to see you even less I do,” I smacked his chest playfully and went across the kitchen to get another cup of tea.

“I know, but you’re my number one priority in life,” he replied. I looked over my shoulder to see him staring at me from across the kitchen, adoration in all his features.

“Don’t you forget it, big guy,” I joked.

“With a woman like you, I couldn’t.”

“Good.” I turned in place and stared at his stupid, perfect face. He was too irresistible to not look at whenever I had the chance. We’d been together for 3 years and I still took every opportunity I admire him. I took and sip and suddenly remembered something. “Oh and can you pick up some milk?”

He furrowed his eyebrows at me and turned to open the fridge next to him. He grabbed the milk off the top shelf and held it up. “Yeah?”

I shook my head at the joker standing in front of me. “I meant at the store, Seth.”

He rolled his eyes at me this time and put the milk back where it belonged before closing the fridge and mocking my faux-annoyed pose. “Babe, I assume it weighs the same whether it’s in our fridge or at the store.”

“Seth Rollins, I hate you” I laughed.

He bounded over to me, pulling me into another tight hug. “You’re in love with me,” he muttered into my neck as he kissed his way down.

“Yeah, very true. I’m in love with you,” I whispered. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the closeness. He has just made his way to my t-shirt neckline when his hands snaked up and grabbed my breasts. His head popped up and by the darkening look in his eyes, I knew he was quickly getting turned on.

I smirked and shifted my position against the counter so my bare thigh rubbed against the bulge in his jeans. He groaned and brought his forehead down to touch mine.

“Are you not wearing a bra?” He mustered out between his clenched teeth.

“Nope,” I smiled back, popping the p.

“Why do you do this to me?”

“I thought we could have some fun this morning.” I made sure to bat my eyelashes at him and reach up to kiss his neck and tug at his hair, a few things that I knew would help with his growing arousal.

“Well then,” he said, lifting me up by my ass so I was now sitting on the counter, both legs on either sides of his hips, “we’ll just have to take care of that.”

Seth started kissing at my neck and playing with the waist of my silk pajama shorts. I pushed him away and hopped down form the counter, walking towards the living room. It pained me, but I knew it would pay off to both of our advantage later.

“Babe!” He shouted after me. “What the hell are you doing?”

I grabbed his keys from the bowl on the end table and tossed them to him. He caught them in one swift motion and stared at me incredulously, arms out.

“You gotta go. It’s 9:45 already. You told the boys you’d meet them at 10. You made a promise to be there and you’re not the kind of man to go back on his word,” I smirked.

He looked at the clock and then back at me a few times before sighing deeply. “You don’t play fair,” he moaned before heading towards the door.

“Not in the ring and not in the bed, baby,” I said before picking Kevin up and holding him in my arms. I grabbed one of his little paws and waved it at Seth. “Tell daddy bye-bye, Kev! Say, ‘Mommy’s going to go watch her TV shows without any clothes on while you’re gone.’” I kissed Kevin on the head before turning my attention back to Seth.

He was halfway out the door, turned towards me with lust and desperation displayed in his features. “You’re getting fucked into next week when I get home from the lodge later. I promise, princess.”

“Don’t forget the milk!” I shouted just before he shut the door behind him.

I laughed to myself and walked off to the bedroom. I was desperately looking forward to his return this afternoon.

Welcome to the Freakshow Part 4: Showtime

(horror, angst, etc, this always changes i know)

   No time for mistakes. No time for the past. Forget it all ever happened and move on… If that’s even possible…

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Timing is Everything - Drarry Oneshot

12.6k, Mature.

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Harry soon finds his piercing is good for throwing Malfoy off-balance, and shamelessly uses it at every opportunity to torment him. Malfoy pointing out that Harry’s taunting is actually flirting should have put a stop to it. Instead, Harry only becomes more determined to get a reaction, and goes to greater lengths to get one.


Harry watched Malfoy every moment they were in the same room. Ron groused about it. Hermione rolled her eyes. Everyone else snickered behind his back, or to his face. But he didn’t stop.

Sooner or later, he knew curiosity would get the better of Malfoy.

And it did.

It was a Quidditch match. Ravenclaw against Gryffindor. For unity, the eighth-years were packed into the same stand. Malfoy was leaning against the barrier, and Harry was a few rows higher. In the midst of a play that had the crowd screaming, Malfoy looked back, and up.

Harry was waiting.

It was like his whole body shook, as Malfoy met his gaze. Heart hammering, Harry raised his hand. Malfoy’s eyes caught the motion, and followed it. All around, the crowd was screaming, and Harry thumbed at his lip ring briefly, a smooth ring that day. Malfoy didn’t look away as Harry’s hand dropped.

Before he lost his chance, Harry licked along his upper lip. He’d already been told enough how alluring it was, as the bottom ball of his tongue piercing dragged along his bottom lip, and then bumped the ring.

Malfoy’s eyes widened, and his mouth was open, like he was breathing heavily. Harry moved his tongue in a way that showed off the bottom of the barbell as it disappeared into his mouth, and then he bit his lip. Colour was rising to Malfoy’s cheeks. It couldn’t be the cold. There were warming charms on the eighth-year stands, thanks to Hermione and Padma.

Harry felt his own face warm. He flicked his lip ring with his tongue, and then caught it between his teeth, and tugged.

Malfoy looked up, and met his gaze. Harry stared back.

It was only when he was suddenly jostled by Dean and Theo getting into a scuffle, that he lost that eye contact. The roar of the crowd came back, as if it had faded. When he looked again, Malfoy was gone.

Third Wheels - Kaldur x Reader

Prompt: Can you please where Kaldur'ahm/Aqualad (YJ) is taking the reader (who is either a civilian or a superhero that the team isn’t familiar with) on a date and the team decides to stalk them during their date and somehow in the end, they get busted/caught?

“I’m having so much fun tonight, Kaldur.” You said as you walked hand in hand down the pier. “I wish tonight would never end.” You sighed and leaned your head on his arm. He glanced down and smiled at how peaceful you looked with him.

“Me too.” He said.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence for awhile, the only sound being the waves crashing against the shore. It was just you, him, and the occasional passerby but for the most part the two of you were alone. As you were starting to get tired you noticed that a small group of teens had been following you for some time.

“Hey Kaldur? I think someone is tailing us.” You whispered low enough so that your shadows wouldn’t hear. Kaldur casually glanced behind him and his hand slid to the hilt of his water bearer that was hidden on his hip. The pair following you caught the motion and stopped in their tracks.

“Shit Rob! Run!” An all too familiar voice yelled before sprinting in a suspiciously fast pace in the opposite direction.

“I told you this was a bad idea!” Robin called to Wally as he ran after him. When they disappeared off into the distance you turned to Kaldur with a perplexed look on your face.

“I can’t believed they followed us.” Kaldur said.

“I can.” You replied.

hi. hello. so this fic isn’t finished or even polished. this is really just kind of like a preview of a fic, i guess? but i’ve been working on it in the background for a while - it’s my “i’m frustrated with all of my WIPs so i’m going to work on this instead” fic, but i thought i would send the first couple thousand words out into the world and see if anyone likes them.

this fic’s working title is “kent parson’s imaginary cat (and other adventures)” and originally it was going to be a funny 5+1 thing about how kent’s cat is terrible and hates everyone, but then?? idek what happened. actually, i do know. what happened is that brevity is not my strong suit and also i started thinking too long and hard about what happened to the other friends that kent and jack had in the Q and what they thought about everything that went down. then i wanted to write about a former Q teammate being traded to the aces and re-uniting with kent. and also kit purrson being mean to said teammate.

okay, well anyway, please have this first chapter-ish of a troyson fic that i may or may not ever finish. (your encouragement would go a long way.) it’s really for @zimmermaenner :)

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Save Me - Part 2 - Chapter 45

My senses slowly started to return and as we laid there, neither of us wanted to completely pull away. Still in the pure relaxation that only an orgasm can provide, I barely noticed my hand was still wrapped around his shaft or that his fingers were still deeply embedded in my pussy.

Being in this moment, especially after the day we had, I wished we were somewhere else. Somewhere private and with nothing else to do but be together in our own little world.

Of course that wasn’t the case. In a very short period of time, Jared would be wrapped up in all that is Thirty Seconds to Mars. Not that I was complaining, I was happy to be here and experiencing this major part of his life. Still, I can’t help but want him all to myself too. It wasn’t like I had unlimited time with him. For me, tour life would be ending in just another few days.

Our limbs were still wound around each other but as the minutes ticked by, we both knew we needed to pull ourselves together. Despite knowing that, he didn’t seem to be in a rush so neither was I. Until the moment he said it was time, I was going to appreciate the moments I had snuggling closer to him.

Jared doesn’t lay still for long though, his mind is always moving a mile a minute. I know part of him wanted to stay but there was another part already thinking about what he needed to do over the next few hours. Once he started to get a little fidgety, that inevitable moment was here.

“I’m sorry baby, I need to get moving.” Jared whispered against my lips as he slowly pulled his fingers from my pussy, “Not that I want to…”

Biting my lip at the loss, I whispered back, “I know..”

Gently letting his shaft slip from my hand, we both let out a sigh. With his arm out of the way, I molded myself against him as his arms snugly wrapped around me. I could feel each relaxed breath he took, all the stress from today seemed to have finally melted away.

Tilting my head up, I nuzzled my nose against his. Whispers turned into soft kisses that broke the silence in the room.

“Any minute Emma’s going to knock on the door..” I warned, silently not wanting to be responsible if he was late for the second time today.

“I know..” Jared said, parting my lips with his tongue, deepening our kiss once again.

It will forever amaze me how in the span of a second, he can completely overtake my senses.

His tongue gently gliding against mine, being in this quiet moment, the energy between us seemed different. It was so much more sensual than sexual, if that makes sense. This moment simply felt like we were truly connecting on a level of comfort and affection I’ve never felt with anyone else and I relished in it.

If I didn’t already know, this moment would have confirmed it… I am completely in love with him and right now I can’t even imagine leaving.

Constant knocking on the metal door suddenly pulled our attention away from each other.

“Jared.. Meet and Greet starts in ten.”

Emma sounded a bit agitated as she yelled through the door. I have a feeling my presence here caused him to unload a lot of responsibilities on her which probably wouldn’t be that bad if he didn’t continue to add to the list.

“I’ll be right there.” Jared shouted back.

“You’re gonna make Emma hate me.” I said, biting my lip.

“Nah. She knows it’s me.” He said, bringing his hand to my cheek.

I could still smell my scent on his skin as his thumb caressed my cheek. Turning my lips away from his, I kissed his hand. Jared let out a grunt, he knew we couldn’t stall any longer. The pressure was on.

Besides, even he knows he’s a control freak and although he’s shifted some responsibility of set up to other people, without a doubt he’ll be double checking that things are the way he wants them prior to the show. That takes time and we didn’t have a lot of that today.

Slowly untangling our limbs, Jared leaned away from me. I noticed him looking between us with a smirk.

“This wasn’t very well thought out now, was it?” He said with a chuckle.

“Ugh, man….”

All Jared really needed to do was wash his hands. Unfortunately for me, it was going to be a bit harder to look presentable again. I was so wrapped up in the moment, I didn’t realize as I was stroking him, I was also aiming at myself! I had cum all over my hand and jeans but at least the brunt of it was on his hoodie.

Lovely. Another show I’d have to worry everyone could smell sex on me.

“There’s not that much.” He laughed, assessing the damage then pulling me closer to him, “I couldn’t help myself.”

Grabbing a handful of my ass he gave me a sloppy, wet kiss, only making the mess worse and he knew it.

“Stop! You’re making it worse!” I giggled, pushing him away, “You have clothes to change into, I don’t.”

Jared laughed as he finally let me go and rolled off the couch, “I’ll go grab a towel so I can clean the mess you made.”

I rolled my eyes, he was such a smartass, “My mess? I don’t think so.”

Cocking his eyebrow he smirked, “That sass is making my hand twitch.”

“Promises, promises.” I teased, causing him to shake his head.

Sitting up I was better able to assess how messy I actually was. Jared was right, it wasn’t as bad as I initially thought. Although I did have a few wet spots, majority did end up on his hoodie or on my skin so clean up wouldn’t be that bad.

Holding his hand out to me, “Come here, baby. Let’s get that hoodie off.”

Very carefully, Jared ended up being able to maneuver it over my head without getting anything more on me. That was actually surprising since he couldn’t stop laughing at me the entire time.

Standing back he said, “See not so bad..”

Tossing the hoodie near his suitcase, I made a mental note to pick that up later. The last thing I’d want is for Emma to grab it while she was cleaning up after him.

“I’m going to make myself presentable.” I said, rolling my eyes again before I caught myself.

I was clueless as I walked past him buttoning my jeans. Hauling his hand back, he smacked me hard on my ass. So hard, I jumped.

“Ouchy!!” I exclaimed, immediately rubbing the sore spot with my hand.

“Told ya your sass was make by my hand twitch..” he smirked.

I fought the instinct to roll my eyes and instead, walked straight into the bathroom rubbing my bum along the way. Within a few minutes I was pulled back together and washed up. A dab of perfume and I’d be ready to go.

Walking back into the room, I expected to only see Jared but instead the room was full of crew. Robert was standing off to the side so I walked over to him, I didn’t want to interrupt Jared who looked like he was in the middle of handling ten things.

“Hey Vivie!” Robert said, “Ready for the show?”

As Robert and I chatted, I could see Jared watching out of the corner of my eye. It’s funny how just a glance can give you a sense of security.

Emma rounded the corner and as soon as she caught Jared’s eye, she motioned it was time for the Meet and Greet then walked over to us.

“This is the day from hell.” She said, clearly already worn out.

I felt instantly bad knowing I had something to do with the craziness of the day.

“I’m sorry, Emma..”

“Oh it’s not you, don’t worry. I know it all Jared.” She said rolling her eyes.

I tried not to laugh because that was exactly what Jared said she would say.

Jared quickly finished his conversation with Sheep then started to head for the door.

Emma and Robert walked out as I waited for Jared. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to stay here or if he wanted me to come with him.

“Ready?” Jared asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

“You want me to come?”

“I do. Unless you really want to stay here instead.”

Pulling me with him as he walked out the door, it seemed like the decision was already made. It was definitely one I was happy with too.

Shannon was on his phone standing right outside the door to the room the Meet and Greet was going to be held in. As we approached, he smiled, putting his phone in his pocket.

“Shit.” Jared said, “I forgot my phone in the room. I’ll be right back.”

Taking off back down the hall, I saw Emma just about loose it. Looking to me, I shook my head and mouthed ‘phone’. That was all she needed to hear.

“Hey Vivie..” Shannon said.

“Hey yourself! Did you get some rest?”

“Nope, you?”

“Nope.” I laughed.

“I’d say you should just stay back for this stuff and chill but I don’t think Jared’s gonna take a chance and let you stay alone again.” He joked, nudging my arm.

With a giggle, I agreed, “You’re probably right. This time he didn’t give me the option.”

“What are you guys laughing at?” Jared curiously asked.

Neither of us realized Jared was already back.

“Just about no rest for the weary.” Shannon told him, giving me a wink as he turned and walked into the next room.

So, planning for irbb has been a ride and a half, something that’s been documented almost from day 1 on a trusty little notebook that’s seen it’s fair share of plot changes and setting switches and so, so much poetry.

Here’s a few of those poems from the little brown book.

A moon-minded girl–
defined only
by the fleeting silhouette of the
hem of her lacy dress
when she leaves at the first ghostlight
of the paper skies of dawn
(and into thin air)

I’d loved you the way
Winter loves Spring
and Summer loves the rain–
(in liminal spaces)
(in liminal places)

To be in steller motion–
caught in your inertia like an
out of place comet.
Striking through your skies every
missing yesteryear–
You, asleep.
Moonskinned, you–

Did you know, mora pia
negative spaces linger
in more than just dark
and less than just light?

There’s poetry in this world,
where people can’t just kiss
(The lack of a verb
becomes almost a half-romantic thing)

To “eat” a kiss
off your mouth
what a wonderful think
to have thought of.

You walked into this world
a half-hearted girl
only because you exist
with enough space
between the ridges of your bones
For someone to make a home out of

He’s just a boy,
even if sometimes
you can’t see it
under all that sunspotted soul of his
(But, he just glows, doesn’t he?)
(He just glows)
– Have you met anyone with the sun for a soul before?

How long have you stood
under the waterfalls
of the men before you,
waiting for the mountains around you
to erode?

Why oh why does America run on Dunkin?

In college, I worked at Dunkin Donuts when I was home for the summer and on holidays in order to make money to pay for school. It was a franchise, so there was a lot of low-key managerial abuse that I didn’t feel able to report because 1. I wasn’t sure anyone would even care 2. I desperately needed the job.
It was never anything awful, more like I was low-gal on the totem pole, so I ALWAYS got stuck with the crap jobs because my manager played favorites.
This is to set up the environment, so you have an idea about why this particular situation was allowed to come about:
One day, I am working the counter during the morning rush. We have a line practically out the door, and the drive through line is blocking the road, so we are hustling.
I am barely even consciously aware of the orders I am filling- I have entered that zen state where muscle memory has basically taken over because my conscious mind cannot process fast enough, when suddenly, one of my coworkers steps in my way and says “[Manager] needs to talk to you.”
My brain screeches to a halt and I just stare at her dumbly for a solid 10 seconds, trying to process this because I had been so caught up in the motions that her words (words that were not a coffee order) made no sense.
When I finally figure out what she was saying, I look to where my manager was standing and saw that she was talking to an angry looking man holding a donut bag.
When I walk over, my manager turns to me and says “Did you serve this man?”
I respond, honestly “I don’t know.” I’m thinking to myself: Probably? But he’s not a regular, I’ve made 30 orders in the past 5 minutes, I have no freaking idea.
Manager: He says you served him.
Me: Okay?
Him: (interrupting) You gave me a donut with a hair in it!
Me: Huh?
Him: *taking the donut out of the bag and shoving it in my face, shouting* LOOK! THIS DONUT HAS A HAIR IN IT!
Me: *silently boggling*
I am looking at this donut, a Boston creme, and there is in fact a hair in it. But it is clearly his hair. He has long, thick black hair and the donut that he is shoving in my face has a bite taken out of it, and then a strand of long black hair that has clearly been draped across the bite and then shoved partway into the creme filling. I look at my manager, and she is staring at me, arms folded and silent. I look back at the customer.
Me: Okay?
Me: *looking at manager, because this isn’t my business, and anyway, if the hair was inside the donut, how was I supposed to know it was there?*
Manager: I’m very sorry sir, what can we do for you?
Manager: Absolutely, sir, she’ll get those for you right away. *gestures for me to go get some donuts.*
Me: What should I…I mean, how many…?
Manager: Replace his donuts!
Me: *Reaching for the bag*
Me: Ooookay…. *goes and gets two more Boston Creme donuts and hands them over.*
HIM: THIS PLACE SUCKS I’M NEVER COMING HERE AGAIN *stomps out of the store with his new donuts and the old ones, including the one with the hair in it*
Me: [Manager], why did you want me to talk to him?
Manager: He was upset and he insisted on talking to you about the hair.
Me: You know that was his hair, right?
Manager: Yeah, but it doesn’t matter.
Me: I’m not allowed to give customers free food.
Manager: Well, I can, so it’s fine.
Me: …
Manager: Well? Hurry up and get back o the counter! You’ve wasted enough time!
Me: *internal screaming*

Hope this wasn’t too much of a downer story! But it was definitely one of the weirdest interactions from my time there.

so I’ve been hanging out all month here at Grandma Beach, Beach Where Grandmas Call My Mom “Little Susie,” and in April when it’s still freezing at night there are not a lot of grandmas on the beach yet, so I look out the window all day and I see:

  • waves
  • sand
  • a tree
  • that one rock that’s always a little further to the left than I think it is
  • clouds
  • birds
  • a squirrel sometimes

in the past three weeks, I have seen one (1) energetic grandma on a bicycle who went past my house to the right, and then half an hour past my house again going left, and, on Easter weekend, two (2) groups of bundled-up grandmas out for a walk during one of the most gorgeous sunsets of the month.

so there I was, taking some cookies out of the oven and thinking about doing a crossword puzzle (When On Grandma Beach, Do As Grandmas Do) when I caught a glimpse of motion out of the corner of my eye and looked out the window to watch the squirrel, and I was TOTALLY UNPREPARED

for the BARBERSHOP QUARTET of young men in identical dapper outfits to come walking four abreast down the beach! All in the same nice blue button-down, with nice black slacks, black vest, and straw hat with a black band. On the beach!

and while I was gaping at them just delighting in how unexpected they were, a fifth young man also in a dapper vest and straw hat jogged to catch up with them, clutching his matching straw hat to keep it on his head!!

never has anything so charming been so ineplicable

I’ll Be Good - Part 13

Masterlist -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 12  -  Part 14

Summary: Series - You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Soldier on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op. Chapter – You finally let yourself connect with Bucky and Steve tries to make amends.

Warnings: mild swearing

Word Count: 2109

Author’s Note: Wow thank you for being patient for this one! Shit I don’t know what happened but I got real stuck. Hopefully I am unstuck now and I can get back into the usual posting time-frame. This one is mostly floof. So as usual, I’m not sure about it, which is probably why it took me so long… le sigh. Anyway… enjoy? I don’t know…

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“Another failure?! That’s the third payload we’ve lost this month!” the tall slender man sneered from behind the sleek glass desk. “Bring. Her. In.” He seethed, enunciating each word virulently.

“We’re trying, Commander.” The voice on the other end of the speakerphone replied. “My undercover says…”

“Your undercover is worthless.” He cut in sharply, slamming an open hand down on the table. “I’m done waiting. We can’t afford another loss.”

“The undercover insists Y/N’s a willing informant now, and has given them her own network. It seems most beneficial for them all that she doesn’t leave the grounds.” The man on the phone defended. “If you insist on rushing things, how do you suggest we draw her out?”

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1.) RE: minho requests. I wouldn’t mind some intense teasing in foreplay with almost humiliating (I dunno how best to describe it sorry) dirty talk about how wet the person is and how badly they must want it until they are begging for it. ;) i love your writing so whatever you end up doing will be amazing and HOT

2.) Teresa’s eye catches your boyfriend Minho so to make sure he is marked as yours you ride the living day lights out of him and leave scratches along his back and hickeys on his shoulders and v-line and you have bruises on your hips. She goes to flirt with him the next day so you subtlety flash the love marks you left on him at her and kiss Minho more passionately than you have before and everyone in the Glade looks at you shocked as you proudly walk away leaving Minho dazed and lovestruck.

3.) Oooh, could I request Minho smut where he’s usually in charge and in control, but the reader finds out he has a huge weakness- he goes absolutely crazy when she rides him, like it’s his ultimate weakness, and of course she exploits this bc LBR who wouldn’t ;)

4.) Can you please do a minho one where you won’t let him touch you or talk and maybe his hands are tied up so his big biceps look all pretty above his head and he’s constantly tugging on the rope so they’re bulging omfg I need it please

This smut gave me hell and it’s so long i want to cry. I hope y’all love it and shoutout to the anon for helping me finish it. Request me things (but read the guideline post so I don’t have to delete it). 

The fire crackled and snapped in the relative quiet of the Glade. The sun had long since set and most of the Gladers were gathered around in small groups sharing the warming glow of the fire. It was so rare that you got a chance to sit out and enjoy the night with the rest of the group. Tonight was warm and the air tasted like the start of summer. You tried to shut out the rest of the conversations, resting your head on Minho’s chest with your eyes shut. This kind of soothing peace had descended over the groups and where there would usually be bickering and ruckus, there was only small talk and silence- like there was no where else to be but by the fire.

“Shut up, Thomas. Minho could kick your ass in two seconds flat.” A shrill voice across the fire chuckled, awakening you from your daze and breaking the beautiful peace.

“Thanks T.” Your pillow shook. The smoke nipped at your eyes as you peeled them open to sit up a little, flattening out your hair and shifting from the arm wrapped around your shoulders. Across the fire sat Teresa and she was staring intently at you, a small smile creeping on her lips. Nope. Not at you, at the guy snuggled up with you. Your head turned to face him, but his eyes were focused across the fire pit. Your stomach twitched. Oh, hell no.

Your hand shifted under the blanket wrapped around you both to land just above his knee, a gentle reminder of who he should be looking at. Minho’s head snapped to you, a small, cocky smirk still on his lips. “Hey.” He pulled you back against him warming your side once more.

You narrowed your eyes at him. He narrowed his at you before whispering, “What?”

You glanced back at the fire. Teresa’s smile had disappeared, but she wasn’t back in the guy’s conversation. She was staring directly at you, lips pouted.

“I have a present for you.” You smirked back at him. It was something you’d been thinking of for a while, but tonight you were feeling the effects of some Dutch courage- just one drink too many.

Minho raised an eyebrow, “A present?” And his smirk was back. “And what would that be?” His eyes wandered back to the fire.

“You’ll have to come to bed to find out.” Whispering so as to conceal your conversation from the groups sitting around you, you pulled your legs underneath you and moved to face him, letting his arm drop from your shoulders to your waist.

His eyes shut very deliberately before opening them slowly, he was smiling now. That rare, glistening smile he didn’t like to show people. “You drive a hard bargain, Y/N. Do I at least get a hint?” His fingers played with the seam of your shirt at your lower back letting his cold fingertips brush against the hot skin there, leaving shivers to run up your spine.

“No clues.”  You wound your arms around his neck and pulled yourself up until you could whisper in his ear, letting the blanket slip from your body. “But if you come now I might even throw in a lapdance.”

Minho’s hand curled into a fist, tightening around the material of your shirt. “We’re gone.” He muttered, whipping the blanket off himself before standing up and offering you a hand to your feet. “G’night.” He said quietly to the fire earning a small wave from Thomas. Gently he took your hand and together you made the short walk back to the homestead.

You pulled the chair from the corner of his room to the centre as the door banged shut. “Sit.” Minho took slow steps towards you holding your gaze before lowering himself to sit, his smirk still visible in the dim light. The slight buzz of alcohol still danced in your system creating a warm hum in your forehead as you reached for his shoulders and bent at the waist until you were at his eye-level.  You stayed that way for a moment reveling in the way his eyes darted from your eyes to your lips.

He broke first, stretching forwards to nuzzle his nose against yours, lips millimeters away in a delicious kind of purgatory. Your lips twitched, teasing his before your hand stroked over his jaw. His lips pressed against yours softly, but you pulled away all to soon and turned around.

Moving your hips to the melody inside of your head, you ran your hands up and over your body, eyes closed in dizzy tipsiness. You flicked your hair over one shoulder and glanced back at him, slipping your fingers under the hem of your shirt. Minho was slouched in the chair, eyes locked on your ass. You smiled a little, pulling your shirt over your head softly and discarding it on the ground. Slowly you backed up onto him, grinding your ass on his package while supporting yourself with a hand on either knee. “Damn, Y/N.” Minho breathed behind you curving his huge hands around your hips, guiding them against him.

“I didn’t say you could touch me.” You whispered back, pulling his hands from your hips. Minho sighed dramatically, the smile audible in his breath. All too soon you stood up and stepped away from him to unbuckled your belt, still rolling your hips. You slid your pants down slowly, bending at the waist and letting them pool at your ankles before glancing over your shoulder again. His eyes were still locked on your ass but his lips were parted a little, brow furrowed. Minho glanced up, caught your eye and motioned for you to come closer. Tediously slowly, you drew your hand up to hold onto his shoulder before stepping over his legs and straddling him. You lowered yourself onto his lap, and rolled your hips against his growing hardness.

Now eye-to-eye, you watched as Minho’s eyes licked over your skin before stopping at your bra. You felt his hands running from your knees over your thighs to rest on your ass. You stopped moving, glaring at him until he looked you in the eye. “Hands.” You said firmly.

Minho grinned, groaning and rolling his head backwards to rest on the backrest of the seat. All the same, he squeezed your ass hard before removing his hands. You rolled your hips down on him again, lowering your lips to meet his neck. You let your tongue flick against his skin before moving your lips up to his earlobe which you sucked into your mouth, biting it gently. Minho hissed underneath you, rocking his hips to meet yours. The increased friction against your clit caused your muscles to clench involuntarily; the feeling of rolling over his length -only three thin layers dividing you- was indescribable. Your hands wound down to unbutton his shirt as your lips caught his neck again, kissing his hot skin harder and sucking it into your mouth. He was going to be marked as yours before the night was through.

With his help, you navigated stripping him of his shirt before detaching yourself from his neck. Even in the dim light the bruise stood out next to his tanned skin. You ground against him harder, hands stroking down his skin, feeling out every contour of his muscles. After exploring him for a while, your hands stroked back to his neck. You were nose to nose, each gasping softly into the other’s mouth will every grind of your hips, small tingles coursing from your core feeling him hard against you. You leaned in and pulled his bottom lip between your teeth.

All of a sudden his hands were under your ass. You let go of his lip and stopped grinding again. “You’re really not getting this ‘no hands’ thing, are you?” You breathed into his open mouth.

Minho grinned against your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your chest flush against his. His lips were on your neck, then trailed down to your chest before stopping in the valley between your breasts. “But I missed these too much,” he muttered, squeezing them over your bra.

You giggled as his hands met your ass again and he stood up, carrying you around his waist. It didn’t last long though as he threw you down on his mattress. You sat up on your elbows, admiring his body; the way his biceps bulged and retracted as he unbuckled his belt, the skin pulled taught over his tensing abs and of course his considerable arousal straining to be freed. All thoughts of Teresa had escaped your mind when he crawled between your legs, pawing at your bra with both palms before stroking over your thighs.

Above it all, the way he looked at you turned you on like crazy- it was like he had never seen something quite so special before, like every curve of your skin was carved by the Gods. You reached your hand along his waist, pulling his belt from his hips like a whip before edging his pants down with your heels. Minho shook them off, discarding them at the end of the bed before moving back to your lips to catch you in a passionate make-out session. This chest-to-chest exchange made your mind go blank. His hands were innocent -running through your hair and along your jaw- but his mouth told a different story in its clumsy, frantic kisses.

You pushed against his shoulder gently and flipped onto him, straddling his waist and pulling away from his lips first, as usual. Breathlessly you spoke,“Minho, I made a rule. No hands. Give them to me.” You took his hands and pinned them, wrist over wrist above his head. You wound his belt around them, binding them to the headboard before locking the belt in place and sitting up, staring down at his naked torso.

“Damn, Y/N.” He whispered, pulling at his ties. His biceps flared sending a short twitch to your clit.  His smile reassured you that everything was fine but you chewed on your lip, lightly rolling your hips over his hardness to fulfill the throbbing heat between your legs. The faint blur of alcohol in your system was dying out, and you were hit by a strange mix of nerves and arousal. This was so foreign for you- to have him at your mercy and be able to pleasure him (or not) in whatever way you pleased.

“Will you talk to me?” You bent down, kissing along his jaw until you found the other side of his neck from your first love bite. Kissing slowly, you alternated between suckling on his skin and massaging it with your tongue, trying to minimize the pain involved. Under your fingertips you could feel his heart speed up.

“Talking is not really my strong point.” He spoke huskily, his throat shaking under your lips.

“Pretty please?” You sat back and admired your new masterpiece before leaving hot wet kisses down his chest. “What do you want me to do?” You rocked on him, feeling your wetness soak through your panties. There was no way he couldn’t feel it through his boxers too. You sat up, trailing a hand behind your back before popping the clasp on your bra and slowly sliding its straps down your shoulders. “Hmm?”

You could see his eyes following your hand, brow furrowed. He pulled against his restraints again making the headboard shake, his hands twisting around the leather that bound them. Minho sighed and closed his eyes but his smile still remained. “Take it off.”

“But why would I take it off if you’re not even looking.” His eyes flickered open to your chest. “If I wanted to untie you -which I don’t- I’d want you to take this off-.” You flicked it onto the floor and pulled your hands up your body until they cupped your breasts. His face turned you on more than anything as his eyes flickered between your exposed chest and your face as he bucked his hips to get as much friction as possible in his restricted state. “-And then you could play with them.” You squeezed yourself hard, the sight causing him to shift against you roughly, a frustrated groan escaping his lips.

Ignoring the growing need to empale yourself on his dick, you swung your leg off him, now kneeling at his side. Your hand rolled over his boxers, feeling the impressive length of his hardness. “Fuck, Minho.” You breathed imagining how it would feel to be stretched open by him. Minho short breaths were loud, as were the almost constant rattles of him pulling against the headboard. You ducked your head and licked over the fabric, feeling his muscles clench under your hands. As they clasped around the waist band, you drew the cloth down his legs before throwing it to the floor to join your other clothes.

You eyes flicked back to his now bare hips, hands running over the V of his hips and feeling the angular shape leading down to his length. A light whimper broke the quiet, “Untie me, baby.”

Smiling, you dipped down to kiss along his hips licking along the hollow of his skin. “I don’t think you want me to. Tell me what you want.” You stopped as close to his cock as possible, letting it brush past your cheek before moving to his other hip.

“Suck it.” He gasped as your lips sucked on his skin leaving yet another dark bruise, this time on his hip. Your hands ran to his sides, locking him down from wriggling against you.

“You didn’t say what to suck.”

“Y/N.” He moaned, his head pressing back into the pillow. You moved to the other hip, face lower this time and much closer to him. Your lips locked around his skin again, sucking it lightly and letting your teeth graze over it. “Suck my dick.” He breathed, eyes closed.

For a second you were frozen. Just hearing him say something dirty was an immediate turn on, but it was so foreign it almost sounded like another language. Stretching your tongue out and licked him from base to tip. Minho’s groan was loud as you swirled your tongue around his tip before kissing it, hands fumbling to tie your hair back in a loose bun. When your hands were free, you made a loose fist around his base, pumping him a few times to wetten him before wrapping your lips around him. You sucked him lightly at first; teasing him in and out of your mouth while keeping your fist working on the part which you couldn’t reach with your hand. Increasing your speed, the familiar ache of your jaw was unnoticeable while you listened to him trying to stay quiet. He felt so much harder than usual, his arousal making your own all the more prevalent.

Underneath you Minho squirmed weakly, whimpering and pulling hard on the headboard. With your ass in the air and your lips on his cock, the power was definitely in your hands. “Baby, please untie me.” He said breathlessly, stomach muscles tensing in attractive waves with each pant.

You sat up, wiping the corners of your mouth. “Why?” Reaching your hand up to stroke down his biceps, the other stroking over his member.

Minho’s jaw was tight but he chuckled, squirming under you. “Because I want to feel you.”

“Not good enough.” You pecked his lips before crawling back to his dick, sucking it deep into your hot mouth, relishing in the sound of his hiss. As you pulled away, you ran your tongue down his shaft before flicking it over his tip.

“Fuck, Y/N. Stop.” His voice was firm this time.

You pulled away, grinning ear to ear. “Do you need a minute to compose yourself?” You teased, turning back to his face.

His cheeks were flushed and his hair was unusually matted as he sighed, nodding. “Why won’t you let me touch you?” He whined, relaxing his arms above his head. You were now hit with the realization of just how wet you were. Your clit was throbbing powerfully and your heart was almost as loud and fast as his.

You tilted your head to the side, sliding your panties down your legs before throwing them on his bedside table. You’d leave them there as a souvenir. “I can do that myself- do you want to watch?” You smirked trying to sound as innocent as possible.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Minho groaned in frustration, throwing his head back to look at the ceiling as you ran your hands over your chest again, flicking over hardened nipples. His eyes drifted back to you soon enough- this time you spread your legs. “I could make you feel so good. Fuck, baby. Untie me.”

As you ran a hand down to brush over your clit -sensitive from being ignored for so long- you could  see his eyes widen. “Talk dirty to me and I’ll think about it.” You gasped as the first wave of pleasure hit you. You were so wet, it would be embarrassing but for the way Minho was looking at you.

He growled. “God, Y/N. Please let me do that for you.” The tone of anger in his voice was so sexy, a kind of passion which was so rarely spoken. You shook your head slowly, having a little trouble processing his words while your clit felt so sensitive under your fingertips. The coiling sensation in your abdomen was a sure signal that you could make yourself come anytime you wanted, but making him squirm was so much more rewarding than that. Your fingers were covered in your own wetness as you drew soft circles around your clit, gasping with every shock of sensation which rolled through your veins. Minho’s head fell back in the pillow, trying so hard not to watch you. He closed his eyes. “Untie me so that I can fuck your sweet, tight little pussy until you’re shaking.”

Your mouth literally dropped open, your hand stopped moving. His dark eyes fell back to you. “Was that better?” He smirked, “Y/N, you’re literally dripping wet.” Minho bit his lip as you watched his eyes fall to your core. His voice was quiet but strong and unyeilding. “You must want me so badly. Let me do it. If you don’t want to untie me, come here and sit on my face.”

Blinking, you whispered, “What did you just say?” Your fingers pressed firmly on your clit causing an override of hot pleasure causing you to arch up, toes curling against the sheets.

“Stop touching yourself and sit on my face.” Minho growled, rattling the headboard again. Your head tilted to the side, hand trailing away from your core at the proposition. Slowly you smiled, setting yourself back on your knees.

You shook your head and Minho groaned. “Nah, but I will ride you.” You whispered, straddling him once more and leaning down to brush your lips against his. As your lips met over and over again, tongues flickering over each others, you ground down lightly on him causing your wetness to coat his length. You each moaned into the other’s mouths before you sat up. It felt too frantic- the swelling within you was intense and demanding- but you weren’t about to stop.

You raised yourself off the bedsheets, palming his length to line his tip at your entrance. “You ready?” You breathed, watching him from above. His jaw was tight, but his eyes never left you.

“Untie me and I will be.” He grunted. Sighing, you sat yourself on his cock, feeling every inch push deeper and deeper inside you until you were sure you couldn’t take anymore. He was so big, it didn’t so much hurt as feel like a fine stretching. Your nails were digging into his chest, chewing on your lips and trying to keep your impending climax at bay for now.

His groan was short and quiet, his chest heaving underneath your hands. All of a sudden you longed for his hands on you, or perhaps for his lips to worship any part of your skin. Slowly you pulled yourself up, sinking back down onto him again. This time it was easier, hot tingles of pleasure making your muscles tense uncontrollably, but you didn’t want to ride too fast and give him the satisfaction of seeing you climax. “Baby, you feel so good.” You whimpered, riding him gently at first, quietly accommodating his length in you. “If I untie you, will you make me come?” Your leant forwards, hands wrapping around the belt buckle which bound him, breasts hovering over his face.

Even in the dim light you could see his eyes wondering from your chest to his ties. “Y/N.” He sighed, “I can make you come until you can’t breath. I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow if you let me touch you.” Your walls tightened around his cock causing a loud whimper to slip from your mouth as you pawed over the buckle before undoing it fast.

Minho pulled his wrists free in a flash, sitting up and running his hands roughly down to your ass, grabbing it hard. He pulled you up and down on his dick faster than before, fingers pressing hard into your skin as you cried out in animalistic noises at the feeling of him sliding in and out of you. The coil in your stomach was shifting violently as you hugged around his neck, hands running through his short hair. “I’m going to…” You whimpered down to him, as his hands moved to your hips. The rhythmic sound of slapping skin fell in rhythm with your panting breaths. His fingers dug in painfully hard, but it send shockwaves to your heat as he bounced you on his cock, bucking up to meet you.

He groaned loudly, half-smiling up at you. “You gonna come for me, Y/N?” Your fingers dug into the back of his neck hard, feeling that climbing in your stomach reaching higher and higher as he plowed into you, your mouth gasping in shaky breaths.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod.” You panted, pressing your foreheads together until you couldn’t talk anymore, feeling that overwhelming white hot coil about to crash down. You shook softly, breathing into his mouth until his pounding made your stomach flip. Harsh waves of pleasure cut through you, shaking you to the core as you bounced on his dick. From your mouth slipped a long string of “Ohmigod,” met only by his groan from feeling you tighten around him. Your eyes squeezed shut, shaking hard against him as you settled from your high.

Minho’s thrusting slowed and finally stopped as he supported your trembling frame, switching positions to lie you on your back. Through your whimpers, he kissed against your lips softly, still inside of you. As you composed yourself, you smiled up at him, hands still wrapped around his neck. “Do you need a minute?” He whispered, proudly smirking down at you.

You shook your head slowly, as his hands trailed up to cup your breasts. Coming down from your high felt a little painful. Your thigh muscles ached and your hips felt bruised and tender, but that all disappeared when Minho drew himself out of you, thrusting back in slowly. “I think I might. Goddammit you’re so tight after you come.” He reached down and hiked your thigh further up his hip, stretching you open a little further to accommodate him.

His thrusts were slow and passionate, burying himself to the hilt and watching your face as you gasped under him. “So are you going to let me make you come again or are you going to tie me up?” Minho breathed against your mouth.

You had fully recovered by now, but your core felt numb and swollen. Still, you relished in the slow thrusts he gave you, stroking your hand over his jaw. “I don’t think I can come again, but you can fuck me for real, now.” You teased.

Your smile soon turned into a harsh moan as he slid himself into you hard. “What were you saying?” He chuckled, stomach muscles rippling in the dull light with every hard drive into you. The way his lower stomach brushed over your clit when he was deep made your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Fuck.” You whimpered as he ducked his head, kissing along your neck as he picked up speed, groaning himself now. Your wetness made a delicious slapping sound with every thrust, and his panting moans sent hot pangs of pleasure to your sensitive clit. It was so hot being skin on skin with him. Through the pangs, you could feel that spiral in your stomach start to resurface. “Minho, I think I can.”

Minho responded with faster thrusts, driving into you at an incomprehensible pace. You swore loudly, arching up to his chest, raking your nails down his back just to cling onto something. His lightening quick pace fast tracked your climax until you were panting hard underneath him. He could feel you tightening around his cock and although he wanted so badly to bury himself and spit his seed into you, he kept his focus clear, determined to make you come again. He didn’t have to wait long as you clung tighter to him, your core feeling a numb kind of ecstasy at his speed. “Don’t stop…” You whispered, before falling silent. Your eyes locked into his as you hit the white plateau before the crash.

“Come for me.” He breathed into your mouth. You trembled under him, before feeling the pressure in your stomach flood everywhere all at once. Eyes squeezed shut, the electric pangs shot through you, wave after wave of uncontrollable pleasure as Minho buried himself to the hilt, twitching deep into you as his hand covered your mouth to quieten the animalistic sounds coming from it. His own groan was just as loud though, as he pressed his forehead harder against yours.

It felt as if minutes had gone past -certainly long enough for you to quieten yourself- before he slid out of you, leaving you tight and leaking a delicious mix of both your liquids. He pushed himself from you, taking his hand away from your mouth and leaning on his side. “I gave you bruises.” Minho’s fingers traced lightly over your hips. He sounded worried. You sat up still shaking inside from the pangs of pleasure. Sure enough, there were small, dark blotched over your waist where his fingers had pressed in, but they definitely didn’t hurt. Not yet, at least.

You giggled softly, throwing your head back to the pillow. “I don’t want to worry you, but you have a couple too.”

The events of last night rolled over and over in your head. The constant thoughts of Minho’s length filling you and of his lips on your neck made you irritable, distracted and above all, horny. The wetness between your legs had grown steadily throughout the day and intensified every time your hand brushed semi-deliberately over your bra. You had thought about returning to the homestead and killing the ache yourself, but thought better of it. Best just wait for him and let him claim you in every way you had deprived him of last night.

From across the Glade you could see the small group forming where the runners usually returned. Finally. You sauntered over to the group where your man stood a forehead taller than everyone else. A thin layer of sweat glistened on his forehead which did little but turn you on even more. His mouth was stretched out in his rare grin, but it wasn’t aimed at you this time. It was aimed at Teresa. Oh hell no. Now wasn’t the time to talk about her, now was the time to claim your property in the crudest way. In his running shirt the dark purple blotches on his neck were completely visible, so why weren’t they bothering her? Weren’t they markers enough of your ownership?

You approached from his back, wrapping your hands around his waist as you crossed to his front. Minho’s eyes flickered down to you and his smile widened further. You bit your lip, blushing a little as you ran your hand up his chest to his collar. His skin was burning hot under your palm and you knew exactly what he was thinking about. You pulled his collar down and he bend down to you, hands snaking around your waist and pulling you flush against his body. “I missed you.” He breathed for only you to hear. Your lips met with vigor, mouths opening on contact desperate to taste each other. Your lips locked and relocked, brushing against each other while your eyes flittered shut. As your tongues played, your hands rolled down to the hem of his shirt, slipping underneath it to feel his tight stomach muscles. His shirt rode up with your wrists, exposing the love marks over his V-line. To the sound of gasps and whispers from the small group around you, you pulled away and stepped back from him.

“I’m going to go hide in the showers. Prize if you find me?” You challenged loud enough for the group to hear before stepping out of his grasp and strutting towards the showers past Teresa whose eyes followed you the whole way.

Thomas slapped Minho’s shoulder, but he was frozen in a daze. “Jesus Christ- she’s a keeper. C’mon, go get your girl.” Thomas laughed and hollered with the rest of the guys.

Minho shook his head softly, trying to hide his beaming smile before following in your tracks past Teresa and heading towards the showers.

The Right Person

Pairing: Charlie x Reader

Words: 2,106

A/N: I haven’t written Charlie in so long! I hope I was still able to capture her character. Enjoy~ 


“That doesn’t mean you should give up.” Dean gripped the stool and slid it out from under the table.

“I never said I was.” You trailed your finger around the rim of the glass, “Just…that I haven’t found the right person yet.”

He brought the bottle of beer to his smile, “Don’t worry about it, kiddo.”

You scoffed. “You’re hardly that much older than me.”

He shrugged, sending his jacket collar further up his neck. “Whatever you say, kiddo.”


“Sam!” You shouted from the bedroom hallways, where you were positive it would echo louder. When you received no answer, you began stomping towards the library. “I swear to God, Sam! If you took my laptop ag-”

“Woah, there.” Sam cut you off. He was seated with Dean at the table, across from a girl you had yet to meet. “Say hi to Charlie, first.”

You exhaled and smiled. “Hi. Y/N.” You stuck out a hand.

She shook it, “Charlie.” Her red hair bounced around her face as she spoke. “And uh, it was kinda me who stole your laptop.” She pointed to your computer sitting in front of her.

“Oh, that’s fine. It’s just when Sam takes it, he never closes all the stuff he opens up. He turns my screen into a virtual library.” You explained with a smile.

She chuckled and sat back down.

“We got a case.” Dean said as you pulled out a chair.

“Right to the point.” You sighed.

As Dean began to speak again, you interrupted. “Wait-” You turned your attention to Charlie, “Are you a hunter?”

She motioned with her hand, “So-so.”

Sam turned to you, “Short story is, she got wrapped up in it recently.”

You nodded understandingly, “Didn’t we all.”

After an hour of discussing the question of whether or not you were all going to take the case, Dean suggested grabbing some food.

“I’m starved.” You agreed, grabbing your coat. “Lucy’s?” You suggested a diner.

Everyone seemed to be on board. At the top of the stairs, Dean swung the door open to be met with a gust of wind carrying snowflakes in with it. He slammed it shut.

Turning to Charlie, you saw she was smiling wide.

“What?” You asked.

“Snow is the best! Doubly the reason to go out, now!” She exclaimed. You looked up at Dean who agreed.

“I might need to borrow a coat, though.” She pointed to her sweatshirt. “This isn’t gonna work out.”

Smiling, you went to go grab an extra one of your own. “Wouldn’t want you drowning in Sam’s.”

“It would reach my ankles.” She agreed, laughing.

As you stepped outside in a group, you watched her drape your coat over herself.

Dean elbowed you. “It’s not polite to stare.” He mocked a parental tone.

You ducked your head down and threw up your hood.


Snowflakes adorned everyone’s hair. It was rather beautiful, staring out over a strong accumulation of snow. It sparkled against the street lamps.

“I’ve never seen Sam so uncomfortable.” A soft voice whispered to you.

“Hm?” You turned to see Charlie, and followed her eye line.

“I don’t think he likes the snow.” She said. You watched with her as he constantly brushed the flakes from his hair and jacket. Each time, he would wipe his newly wet hands off against his jeans.

“We should buy him some gloves.” You joked, walking by her side. Sam and Dean were more than a few steps ahead.

She shrugged, “Or just ask Dean not to park, like, a hundred miles away from the restaurant.”

“That, too.” You smiled, looking over past your hood, to see her snow coated eyelashes. “Oh, here.” You realized the jacket you gave her left her head bare.

“Purple! My favorite.” She took the hat from your hands and pulled it down over her ears.

You laughed as the pompom on top bounced while she walked.


The diner was unsurprisingly empty. People chose to opt out of driving during a snowstorm.

“It’s really getting heavy.” Sam stated as he looked out of the window. He rubbed his hands together before grabbing a menu. You watched as he read it intently.

“What’s good?” Charlie asked, snatching Dean’s menu from his hands. “Waffles with strawberries…” She trailed her finger across the line, “and blueberries.”

“It’s ten. At night.” Sam looked up. “You want waffles?”

“Breakfast food is the best food.” She smiled, setting the laminated sheet down. “How about you, Sam? Gonna order a salad?”

He rolled his eyes and waited a beat before nodding.

“Every time!” She laughed, handing the waitress who walked up to your table, the stack of menus. Her name tag read Bethany.

“What can I getcha?” She seemed awfully perky for this hour. Dean leaned in towards her.

After everyone ordered, you opted to stare out the window. Snow began coming down in thick sheets; you couldn’t help but watch.

“So-” Charlie’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, “What’s your story?”

She leaned her elbow on the table and dropped her cheek into her hand.

“It’s pretty average.” You began, “I started hunting once I got into college. I saw some things that, well, you can’t really come back from. A couple years back, I met Dean through a mutual hunting buddy. Since then, I’ve moved into the bunker and…yeah.”

She smiled, then looked at Dean. “You never said anything!”

Dean furrowed his brows. “About?”

“You guys are together, right?” Her eyes darted between the two of you.

“No, no, no!” You exclaimed louder than you intended to. Her lips formed an ‘o’, and she was quick to apologize.

“Am I that bad?” Dean joked, directing his question at you. You reached for your hot chocolate, wrapping your hands around it.

“You’re just not my type.” You shrugged. He seemed almost offended.

“I’m everyone’s type.” He crossed his arms.

Charlie shook her head, “Not mine. That’s for sure.”

You turned to her with wide eyes, looking back towards the window almost immediately. You rubbed your palms against your jeans.

“So,” Sam cut the silence, “You guys up for that case?”

Shrugging, you picked at your napkin. “It won’t hurt to go and check it out. I’m not even sure it’s our kind of gig.”

Bethany placed your plate on the table, along with Sam’s. You marveled at the sight of your favorite burger, not hesitating to lift it up immediately and shove it into your mouth.

You and Dean both sighed contently.

“That good?” Charlie asked, stealing a french fry off your plate. She popped it into her mouth before reaching for another.

Sam gave Dean a look you couldn’t decipher.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing.” Sam began to pick at his food.

“That-“ Charlie pointed between the two brothers, “Wasn’t nothing. Spill it.”

Dean, with half a burger hanging from his mouth, said “If me or Sam tried to touch your plate, you’d bite our hands off.”

“Huh?” You asked, taking another bite.

“But Charlie here, has been eating your plate clean.” He explained.

“Can’t blame a girl. These fries are the best I’ve had in ages.” She dipped one in ketchup.

Sam rolled his eyes with a smile, giving you a strange look. You looked away and grabbed a napkin.


“Are you five?” You raised your brows at Dean. The blue light from the blinking sign casted its’ glow against the snow. Dean raised up his snowball in response, chucking it in your direction. A few of the waitresses from the diner made their way up to the windows, watching in amusement.

“Oh, it is so on.” You ducked behind Sam while shoving a gloved hand into the snow. You couldn’t help but form the biggest snowball you possibly could. As if he could read your mind, Sam wrapped his arms around your thighs and lifted you up so you could hit Dean from on top; rendering the car he was hiding behind, useless.

As he placed you back down, you caught sight of Charlie motioning for you. You ran towards the phone booth she stood next to, to be greeted with about thirty snowballs.


“While you guys have been fighting, I’ve been preparing.” She said almost deviously. You laughed and reached for one.

“Who are we against?” You asked.

“Both of them.” Her lip quirked up at the corner.

After throwing a couple snowballs, you realized you were more caught up in watching Charlie than you were attacking the boys.

“What?” She said suddenly, hiding behind the phone booth with you.

You furrowed your brows.

“Something on my face?” She asked. For the first time in a while, you blushed.

“No, just- nevermind.” You held a snowball in both your hands.

“Duck.” She commanded suddenly.


“Duck! Now!” She shouted and grabbed your arm, pulling you down. Laughing, you fell on top of her. Hit after hit, pounded against your coat as you lay on top of her. Sam and Dean’s laughter could be heard from a mile away.

“We need a new strategy.” She said calmly, unfazed by her position under you.

“Which is?” You whispered, your nose barely inches from hers.

Her answer came briskly. She gripped your upper arms and helped you off before jetting, full speed, towards the brothers.

“Charlie!” You shouted while laughing, quick to follow her. You landed in her footprints, deeply imprinted in the snow.

Without warning, she pounced on top of Dean, both bodies landing in the snow. If it weren’t for how hard you were laughing at the sight, you may have tried doing the same to Sam.

He turned to you and shrugged, “Should we do somet-”

“Nope.” You smiled wide while watching Dean try and flip her over.


The bunker had never felt warmer than in that moment. You shed your boots and gloves by the door, slinging your jacket over the railing.

“Who’s up for hot chocolate?” Charlie asked as she reached the bottom step.

“Do we have marshmallows?” Dean asked. He seemed more excited than anyone.

“Duh.” Charlie rolled her eyes and made her way towards the kitchen.

You walked with Dean to the kitchen, excited to finally drink something warm.

“Hey.” He nudged you with his elbow as you walked.

You looked up at him.

“Remember what we were talking about earlier?” He asked.

You shrugged, “We talk a lot, Dean.”

He smirked, “I meant about finding the right person.”

You furrowed your brows, “What about that?” You asked as the kitchen came into view.

“Have you changed your mind?” Dean asked, eyes trained on Charlie’s back.

You waited a beat before answering, “I… think so.”

To that, he clapped his hands together and bounced down the steps into the kitchen. You sat on top of the kitchen counter, lazily swaying your legs back and forth.

“And-” Charlie began to sing her words, “One for you!” She passed you a steaming mug of hot chocolate.

“Thank you.” You blew on the top, waiting to take a sip.

Sam and Dean busied themselves at the table, feuding about some movie. Charlie opted to lift herself up onto the countertop, to sit shoulder to shoulder with you.

“It’s good right?” She asked.

You nodded with a smile, taking another sip. “You should go get your Hot Chocolate degree. You’d graduate at the top of your class.”

Charlie laughed, “If only that was an option! God, I would ace that course!”

You sat with her in silence for a couple minutes, enjoying the warmth radiating through the ceramic mugs. Her socks caught your eye. Peeking out from under her jeans were mismatched, polka dot socks.

“Not to be too forward-” She began, and you brought your eyes back up to hers, “But Dean may have mentioned that you were single…”

You swore her eyes were twinkling.

“That, I am.” You bowed your head down with a smile. Before she could continue you turned your head to Dean, who threw you a wink.

“You wanna, may-”

“Yes.” You cut her off with a smile. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

“Good.” She beamed. She tipped her cup towards you. You reached your own forward, clinking it with hers. “I think that was a fun first date, don’t ya think?” She asked.

“First date?”

“Oh, come on. You’re telling me that snowball fight wasn’t a great icebreaker?” Her lips quirked up at the corners.

You smiled wide and bumped her shoulder with yours. Taking the last sip of your hot chocolate, you invited her to stay the night and watch a movie. Without hesitation she agreed, already rambling about which movie you just had to watch.