couch dive

The Last Apple Pie

Prompt: Imagine being pregnant with Dean’s child. You thought he was overprotective before? Wait until you get hurt.
Reader Gender: Female
Character: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, & Castiel
Word Count: Somewhere around 1K
Warnings:  Slight angst, language, injury from falling down the stairs, & fluff.
Author’s Note: Thank you to @climbthatmooselikeatree for helping! Also tagging @leviathanslovedick @spnfanficpond @aprofoundbondwithdean @manawhaat @rizlow1 @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @balthazars-muse GIFs not mine (x)(x)(x)

Watch your footing, he said.

Be careful going down the stairs, he reminded you.

Don’t carry more than one bag at a time, he scolded.

You were six months pregnant. You weren’t a child or handicapped. But that’s the way Dean made you feel whenever you weren’t in his direct line of sight.

And then there was his brother.

Did you take your vitamins?

Are you drinking enough milk?

Uncle Sam made you a smoothie! It’s got Kale in it, but you can’t even taste it.

It was almost enough to make you scream. You were a grown ass woman. You could take care of yourself, god damn it!

And yet, here you were, at the bottom of the stairs.

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Okay well, @dtk15 requested a snowed in version which I’ll be posting shortly after this post, but I thought I’d make another college AU orientated one. So thanks for the ideas and prompts, dude!

The tv lolled quietly in the background, a soft click echoing throughout the silent halls as Jonathan dug himself deeper underneath his teddy bear. The lights were off and his eyes trained fearfully at the horror show playing. Annabelle.

“Johnny! We’re home, mother fucker!” Luke’s voice echoed in the halls, frightening the lad on the couch to diving for the remote and a mix of hiding his face to muffle his scream or wave back and at least try to be friendly back.

He ended up falling on his knees and face on the ground, his teddy bear stealing his spot gleefully. “Why are you…” uke started but looked up and shook his head with a sigh.

“Another horror movie? Jonathan, we have exams tomorrow, you’re gonna hate not being able to sleep tonight.” Evan sent a concerned glance to his friend.

“I-I’ll be fine if you don’t purposely scare me, bitches!”

Tyler laughed, “I could do much better than Luke, trust me.”

Evan glared at Tyler before sighing and plopping next to Jonathan on the couch. Jonathan scooted against the arm of the loveseat(2-seat couch usually for couples), his left arm grazing against Evan’s right one. “We bought soda.”

Jonathan nodded, his face lightly red from embarrassment. He gladly took the can of pop from Evan and greedily slurped a quarter down before sputtering on a cough as a sudden wail from behind interrupted the peace.

Evan placed a comforting hand on Jonathan’s shoulders as Tyler snickered behind the sudden frightened male. “Come on, Ty, leave him be.”

“Fine, fine.” Tyler grinned, winking at Evan and heading into the kitchen to help put away groceries.

Evan softly smiled, hearing Tyler start bickering with Craig about breakfast, Brock cutting in to say he’d be cooking before school every morning anyway.

Jonathan shuddered lightly and grasped the remote in his free hand, slurping his pop quickly as he resumed his show. Evan sighed and snuggled close under the blankets, pulling Jonathan’s teddy bear from between them to his lap and setting him against Evan’s side with a knowing smile.

The two were left to their show in fright, joy, and satisfaction by their somewhat respectful friends. This caused a smile to appear on their lips as they cuddled even closer for more comfort against the frightening wails of the doll or ghost on the show.

Jonathan nuzzled his head in the crook of Evan’s neck, “Thanks buddy…”

“No problem. Love ya.”

“I love ya too, Evay bear…” Jonathan yawned, watching his show with droopy eyes.

Evan smiled, pecking his cheek before nuzzling his cheek against the top of Jonathan’s forehead, lolling off to sleep himself .

Mario Kart (m)

Originally posted by jungkookrose

pairing: mark x reader

word count: 1,911

Mark had been blowing up your phone since 1 o’clock, asking you to come over because they just got back from wherever they were in the world a week ago, and he still hadn’t seen you. And yeah, sure you’ve missed him, he’s a great friend. But today was supposed to be a lazy day, you’d been looking forward to it. Chilling at the crib in some sweats and a sports bra, hair up, no make-up, looking busted. And you had told him this several times already, he just wouldn’t leave you alone! Texting you stuff like ‘i’ve already seen you at your worst,’ ‘i missed you,’ and ‘what are bff’s for?’

And that’s what led you to where you are now. Since you had adamantly refused that you would leave your flat at any time today, he he decided to take that as permission to come to you instead. And not only did he bring his uninvited ass over, he also brought the maknaes. Imagine your surprise, when you heard a knock on your door, knowing it could only be Mark wanting to be annoying. 

You got up to answer the door not really caring about your state of undress, since it was just Mark, he’d seen less than that. The first person you noticed was Mark, and he was already eyeing you up & down, admiring your cinnamon colored skin, smirking, not even a hello. Then Bambam and Yugyeom, who were trying at least to be respectful and avert their eyes with rosy cheeks. Mark finally noticed your glaring at him and threw his hands up with more enthusiasm than necessary, “Surprise!”

Not even bothering to give a response or cover yourself, you immediately tried to shut the door back, but someone shoved their foot in between the closing object, “Woah! Hey that is no way to treat your friends, that came all this way to come see you, who missed you dearly.” Mark said with the greasiest smile knowing it would piss you off more. But the maknaes were there, they didn’t need to see their hyung get his ass handed to him. So you just let out a deep sigh from your nose, and stepped aside for them to come in. The maknaes stumbled in, in a rush of flailing limbs and loud greetings, even though they were still blushing a little. 

You just smirked at them giving them a small ‘Hey.’ Turning back to Mark, who had a smug smile on his face with arms spread open to initiate a hug. You just stared at him a little longer, hoping to make him feel at least a little guilty about barging in, but his smile grew and he just wiggled his fingers as a sign of impatience. You gave into the hug, burrowing yourself in his chest, head tucked under his chin, inhaling his cologne. His arms came to wrap around your curvy frame squeezing you, as he ducked his head down to your ear, “I missed you  >>>.”

Not saying anything in return to piss him off, you quickly ducked out of his arms skipping towards Yugyeom and BamBam who were making a commotion in the living room, with a dismissive arm flick, “Who wouldn’t miss me Bro?” Letting out an indignant noise, he just followed you , causing you let out a laugh. You saw the maknaes pulling out the Wii, it was almost tradition at this point to start with that gaming system. Plopping yourself on the couch, and Mark dive bombing next to you. “So what game are we playing first boys?”

They both turned to look at you, one with a pout, and the other a grin, “Mario Kart!” You let out a groan, knowing it was going to be nothing but chaos for the next couple hours

“BAMBAM CAN YOU FUCKING STOP DROPPING BANANAS,”

Mark was very done with with BamBam’s antics. Mark had been on a continuous losing streak, it only served as entertainment for you and the maknaes though. But starting to fear for BamBam’s safety, by the gleam in Mark’s eye, you start to intervene. You paused the game, and tossed the controller, ignoring the shouts of exclamation, “Hey Boys, can you go get a pizza from the place down the street,” they had already started making small noises of protest, “I’ll pay damn!”  They agreed after that of course. After giving them the money, they filed out of the door with calls of, “Don’t miss us too much!” and “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” 

As soon as the door slammed shut, Mark’s mouth was on you. “Dude what the fuck?” you spluttered trying push him a back a little for an explanation. Looking at him, his pupils were dilated, and he was already sporting a half chub. “I haven’t had a good orgasm in like 2 months >>>, come on! At the most, we’ve got about 30 minutes before they come back.” he groaned out, already slipping your sweatpants off. You just laughed at his desperateness, “Awe, Markus was your right hand not enough?” teasing him.

“Shut the hell up.” he called as he slipped his tank top over his head, and grabbed your neck with one hand to bring your lips back to his, you let him this time. Slipping your hand down in his joggers and boxers, palming his hardness to a full. He moaned into the kiss, nipping your full bottom lip, and slipped his hand into your panties thumbing your clit to get you wetter. You let out a whimper against his lips, and pulling off to skim your swollen down his jawline to his neck, adding sucks and nips trailing down to his exposed collarbones. He grunted pulling his hand away from your neck, and started pushing the joggers down, you stopped him, “Don’t take them all the way off, they’ll be back soon. Plus i’ve always wanted to have sex with my clothes on.” winking at him. He let out a choked out noise, that was caught between a laugh and a moan.

You got down on your knees pushing his legs apart to get in between them, looking up at him. He already had his erection out, pumping it up and down, you could see the beads of pre-cum and licked your lips, “take your hair out, I want something to pull on.” he grinned down at you, eyes already half-lidded, as your breath caught in your throat thinking about what he was meant. You could feel yourself dripping now, you reached up to your hair to pull it out of it’s messy bun, letting your curls fall. 

You moved in towards his erection still looking up at him, palming it in one hand first, then licking the tip. Mark let out harsh breath, head falling back to the edge of the couch, you could see his adam’s apple bob. His hand reaching for your head, not gripping your hair yet, but just running his fingers through it for the time being. And without warning, engulfing him all until he hit the back of your throat and moaned. He let some curses, looking at you choke yourself on his dick, his thighs automatically tightening around you, and pulling on your hair to keep you there a little longer.

You started taking deep breaths through your nose, and waited for his grip on your hair to loosen so you could pull back. When he finally did, you pulled up but not without dragging your tongue up the vein on the underside of his erection. “Fuck my mouth.” you demanded, letting your hand fall down to your core, where you were steadily dripping, and started pumping your fingers in and out, moaning. He wasted no time dragging you back to his erection, one hand gripping your hair, the other hand on your head pushing you down. 

Hips set at brutal pace, he loved seeing the tears at the corner of your eyes, and hearing you slurp, and gag for it. All you could do is moan, loving the feeling of being under his power, and hearing all the pretty noises he made in pleasure. Mark finally pulled you off him, your lips slick with a trail of cum and saliva connecting, “I don’t wanna come like this.” he panted out. He let go of your hair, and pulled a condom out of his pocket, bringing it to his mouth to tear it open. You quickly got off your knees, watching as he rolled it on, in disbelief and amusement. “Oh so you knew we’d be fucking today, huh?” you asked with a small laugh. “I really didn’t, but I had high hopes,” he shot back with a smirk of his own.

Making eye contact with him, you could see his adam’s apple bob again, he was flushed, hair all over the place, and the sight of him made your mouth water slightly. “Shit you so look good,” he mumbled. You could imagine how you looked, cheeks red, your breast rising and falling heavily with your chocolate colored nipples peeking out of your sports bra , hair damp and disarray from all the tugging, and lips slick and swollen, glistening core, what a pretty visual indeed. 

Snapping out of your trance, you moved in for a quick dirty kiss, “We gotta hurry.” You straddled his lap, licking along his neck, holding your hips up so he could position himself, the other hand on your hip, you were starting to get impatient. Angling your hips down to meet him half ways, and when his tip finally pushes into your entrance, you both moan out in relief. Feeling the slight burn at the stretch, only made it better, the feeling of being full was just too good. When you met his base, you let out a quiet groan, you could literally feel Mark restraining himself from giving it to you. But you were having none of that gentleman bullshit.

You looked him dead in the eye, “fuck me like you mean it, don’t hold back now.” His eyes were black and clouded by lust at this point, but he nodded. With your arms placed on his shoulders and both of his hands gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises, snapping his hips up. A whimper escaped your lips, you meet him thrust for thrust, grinding back every time you meet again. The only thing that could be heard was the slapping of skin and both your cries of pleasure, and your hands were leaving scratches all along Mark’s back. 

You were both so close, he was filling you up so good, your slick walls clenching around him, was almost too much, but he wanted you to come first. So taking one hand off your waist, he brought to your front to pinch your clit. Your breath punched out of you, as you felt the orgasm ripped through you in waves, and your walls rippling around him was the tipping point. He came into the condom with grunt. 

You climbed off his lap, falling beside him on the couch, both of you trying to catch your breath. Before you could say anything, you heard a gasp from the doorway. Both your heads whipped around to see BamBam and Yugyeom with pizza in hand. Faces red, flushed and shock written all over them. Yugyeom controlled his expression into something cocky, “So is this what we get if we lose?”

“Rejection;” Chapter Twenty-Two

Originally posted by beautifulbodymistake

NOTES: School has started up for me again this past Monday, so if I’m not posting too much, that’s simply because I’m getting adjusted to the new year and dealing with all the freaking tests and quizzes getting thrown at me like a fudging pile of bricks. Like, who does that??

Anyways, I hope this chapter isn’t too bad; a little weird, but kinda…cute. Hope you all like it. ^^

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You sat down on the couch in your normal spot again, and Sans did too; except he was a lot closer this time, and even dared to rest both of his legs on your lap. You didn’t care at that point; your current objective was trying to get the blush off your face.

Papyrus strolled out of the kitchen with trays of snacks. “WHEW!! ALRIGHT, BREAK TIME. THEN, UNDYNE WILL GET TO DECIDE WHAT MINI GAME WE’LL PLAY NEXT. SO FAR, IT’S HUMANS WITH 0 AND MONSTERS WITH 1!!” Undyne snagged a bag of chips off his platter, and Alphys took a soda. You and Sans were good; you both were still full from your meal at Grillby’s. “Why aren’t you eating, punk?!” Undyne shouted as she took her seat beside you on the couch again.

You looked at Sans, silently asking if he was okay with telling the crew about your dinner. He shrugged, and closed his eyes. “Sans took me to Grillby’s. We’re still kinda full.”

You held up a hand and pat your gut; Papyrus stomped his foot across the room. “SO THAT’S WHERE YOU’VE BEEN!! WHY DID IT TAKE SO LONG?! YOU WERE JUST EATING THERE, WERE YOU NOT?!”You flinched, but Sans was there to cover.

“yeah. but grillbs was super busy with customers tonight, and he couldn’t help us at the bar immediately.” Papyrus accepted his answer, and you applauded Sans in his commendable effort. He wasn’t exactly lying; Grillby did seem busy. “OK THEN. THE POINT IS THAT WE ARE HERE NOW, AND THAT WE’RE GOING TO START OUR NEXT GAME!”

“A-already?” Alphys stuttered, and you agreed with her. “Yeah, already?! We just sat down!” Undyne let out a guffaw, and punched you hard in the bicep. “Shoulda thought about that while you were playing the game! Look at Paps; he got tired, so he lost earlier on in the match!” Sans chuckled, and Papyrus whined that “he did not.” Undyne crumpled up her empty bag of chips, and threw them into the garbage can nearby.

She jumped to her feet, and pointed a finger in the air. He long red hair swished behind her when she did that, and you admired it greatly. “The next game will be… A snowball fight!” She exclaimed, but Papyrus explained to her that you guys already did that. While she grew angry at him as to why he didn’t invite her before, Alphys took the opportunity to start thinking of ship names for her new OTP. On the other hand, Sans decided to take a nap.

You poked around at his feet, when he retracted them to his chest. You raised a brow, and in lieu to figuring out why he did, you smiled devilishly. He lost the lights in his eye sockets, and grew serious. “(y/n), don’t you even think about it.” He warned, but you were already standing up with your hands out.

“Remember that time when you pranked me with that whoopee cushion?” You taunted, placing a knee in between the skeleton’s legs. He couldn’t exactly run now, but he could still teleport if he wanted. Sans hissed, and reached for a pillow to hit you with. He smacked it right across your face, but since it was soft, the only damage taken was a little cut to the nose from your glasses. A red mark appeared on your skin, but you just adjusted your eyewear and grinned.

“(y/n), no! get back, i’m warning ya-” You laughed sinisterly, and plunged your hands into his stomach. Since nothing was there, you curled your fingers up to tickle his ribs. He began to laugh pretty hard, and you blushed from the deep belly cry he unleashed. Undyne stared at the two of you awkwardly, but just shrugged and continued brainstorming ideas.

Sans spasmed uncontrollably, and you moved to his sides. You played with the tips of his hips, then went down towards his knees. He pleaded for you to stop, all the while laughing his skull off. “ki-hi-hi-hid!! stah-ha-ha-hap!! ple-hee-hee-hee-hease!” He shot his hands out to protect under his kneecaps, but you just pushed his chest back down and held it there with your leg. “Nope! You have a lesson to learn, bucko, and that’s not to make me look like an idiot! This makes up for the psychout you gave me after the snowball fight!”

Alphys watched the tickling fest from afar, and blood practically dribbled from her nose in an anime-ish way. Sans was looking exhausted from all the laughing, and even a little angry. He wanted revenge bad, she could tell, and he wanted it now. Sans finally had enough of (Y/N)’s act, and unfurled a groan of effort. He seized his legs back from her, and fell off the couch. She clambered after him, grabbing him by the hem of his white shirt.

Choked by the sudden pull, she picked him up from behind and forced him back onto the couch. Diving right for the ribs again, Sans cursed and burst out laughing. Papyrus chuckled at his brother’s misery, not hearing his loud belly laugh in a long time. Undyne and him had decided on Truth or Dare, but waited for his brother and friend to finish their fight.

You stopped tickling Sans for a moment, as you needed a breather from the relentless attack. Sans heaved his ribs up and down, panting from exhaustion. He looked up at you, and his eye sockets were empty. “you… are so gonna regret that later.” He smiled darkly, but you didn’t care. You had gotten your revenge, and you were pleased. That’s what he gets for nearly kissing me- at least, I think- and running away.

Your cheeks blushed deeply at the thought; you stole a glance at the short skeleton who was out of breath. His shirt was ridden up, and you could see the bottoms of his ribs and spine. For some odd reason, you bit your lip and turned away. His ivory bones practically glowed, and as much as it was a sight for sore eyes, you had to focus hard on not peeking at them again.

Sans opened his eyes, and glared at (Y/N). His harsh stare softened when he caught her looking at his bare torso. He grinned knowingly, and nearly chortled when she turned away blushing. What can he say; he has been told before that he was pretty good looking for a monster. He yawned, and stretched his arms. This lifted his shirt even more, and the human flicked her eyes over for a millisecond.

“like what you see, pervert?” He mocked, and (Y/N) froze when he’d noticed her. She buried her face in her hands, and groaned. “Shut up. Just shut up.” Her face burned brightly; empathetically, Sans felt like sparing her. He pulled his clothing back down, and sat up straight. Sans was tempted to tease her more by scooting right next to her and laying an arm around the back part of her portion the couch, but he felt like that was too much and would come off as flirting.

Which he was not.

“Are you two done yet?!” Undyne snorted, and Sans flinched. He blushed slightly, and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “FINALLY. NOW, EVERYONE GET IN A CIRCLE! WE WILL PLAY TRUTH OR DARE: EXTREME VERSION!!” Papyrus walked over, and took your hand. He led you down onto the floor right next to him, and Alphys sat on the other side. Undyne grabbed Sans off the couch, tucked him under her arm, and plopped him down in between her and his bro.

Papyrus rubbed your hair like a dog, but it didn’t bother you. In fact, you rest your head on his shoulder, which he welcomed, and wrapped an arm around your back. “OK! THE RULES ARE THAT YOU MUST DO THE DARE GIVEN TO YOU, OR ELSE YOU’LL HAVE TO DO SOMETHING TOTALLY HUMILIATING. AND IF YOU REFUSE TO ANSWER A ‘TRUTH’, THE SAME CONSEQUENCE WILL APPLY. THE FIRST PERSON TO NOT ANSWER TWO QUESTIONS WILL BE KICKED. ”

Undyne cheered, and jabbed a thumb towards herself. “I have no shame!! I won’t lose!” You snickered, and made a gesture similar to slicing your neck. “You’re going down, Undyne! I don’t have any secrets. My life is an open book.” Alphys sighed sadly, not liking all this talk about spilling embarrassing tales. Sans just rolled along with it, not really caring.

“OKEY DOKEY! SINCE I LOST THE LAST GAME, I WILL GO FIRST.” Papyrus looked around the circle, and down at you. He smiled, and you grinned right back at him. “(Nickname)! IS IT TRUE THAT YOU ARE AN ONLY CHILD?!” He yelled, and Sans watched you with an odd amount of interest. You shook your head, and mentioned your little sibling. “so you’re the oldest in your family too?” Sans raised his nonexistent eyebrows, and you nodded. “Yep. Must be why we get along so well.”

You leaned over and socked him in the arm, and he winced. “Your turn, punk!” Undyne sneered, and you scanned the circle for the next victim. Your brain told you to go with Sans, but your mouth said Alphys. She perked up, and faced you. “I dare you to… reach for your tail and stick the end of it in your mouth!” She flinched, surprised by the odd request.

But, alas, she brought around her big, yellow tail and touched the tip of it to her tongue. “T-that was so weird, (Y/N).” She giggled, and looked at Sans. Her eyes widened, and she smiled evilly. Sans wasn’t affected; it took a lot to unnerve him. “So, Sans… is it true, that-” She glanced over at you, and your smile dropped,

“-you danced with (Y/N) at Grillby’s?!”

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sabrinaswagg08-deactivated20171  asked:

Idk if i already ask this but can i have a lee jong suk imagine?

“You need to stop that right now!” Jong Suk smacks you lightly with the pillow, making you laugh and curl more into a ball on the couch next to him than you already were. “Stop it or I will turn off the movie.”
“But I waited so long to watch it,” you whine, rolling onto your back and look at him.
“Then stop fangirling over Woobin,” he pouts.
“I can’t help it, he looks so cool and his voice….” You sigh happily as you look over at the paused screen of “The Con Artists”, you had fangirled too much so you had paused it even though you were only five minutes into the movie.
“I’m putting one of mine on,” Jong Suk got up off the couch.
“No!” you dive for his waist and knock him down to the ground with you on top of him.
“You like him that much?” he mutters before rolling over onto his back.
“You can change the movie all you want,” you tell him.
“Then why did you scream no and knock me to the ground?” Jong Suk asks completely confused.
You lie down on top of him, bunching up his shirt and burying your face against his chest. “I don’t want to see one of yours.”
“What?!” his body goes stiff, anger and hurt clearly evident.
“I don’t want to see the love of my life with another girl, even if it is just pretend.” Feeling the heat in your face you try to bury more into him.
“Awww baby,” he coos, his hand stroking your back as his other wraps around your waist tightly. Jong Suk kisses the top of your head over and over again until you turn your face towards him and kiss him. Rolling you both over Jong Suk looks down at you and smiles. “You know you are the only one for me, right?”
“Yes I know,” you smile back.
“Then,” he leans his head down and whispers in your ear, “how about I show you?” Jong Suk kisses the sensitive spot just below your ear and trails his way down your neck.

I’ll keep you in mind when requests are open again so you can definitely get a Lee Jong Suk scenario request in. :)

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Silence and Comfort

A/N: Just a small little something for when you have a bad day and Dean swoops in.

Dean x Reader

Warnings: Slight Angst, fluff

Word Count: 350

You couldn’t calm down for the life of you. The awful, sick feeling in the pit of your stomach made you want to vomit, the shakiness of your hands, the endless jostling of your knee and foot. It was nothing more than exhausting. You wanted to crash onto your comfortable bed and bawl your eyes out – but you refused to allow that to happen. You couldn’t give in like that.

Some days were worse than others. Today seemed to be the day that really tested your limits, your will power.  So that’s how your day became so shitty, watching everything just fall apart right before your eyes before you even had a chance to salvage anything.

Dean walked into the library only to find you curled up on the dark leather couch, blankets draped over your shoulders and a book in your lap – however, it wasn’t open. He stood by the door way for a few moments, watching you hesitantly. You had been quiet for a few days now. At first, he thought it was just you needing space from the numerous hunts the three of you had been on for a long stretch of time, but now he knew that it had to be something more.

“Y/N? Sweetheart?” He called out quietly, his boots hitting the cold floor seemed to be so damn loud that he winced at the noise. Usually when you were in the library, you had music playing through the record player, or Netflix playing on your laptop. The silence made him uncomfortable. You quickly wiped your cheeks, blew your nose and slapped on a small smile as he came to stand in front of you. But Dean wasn’t stupid. “Oh baby,” He murmured, sitting on the couch next to you, diving under the blankets with you. His warmth engulfed you instantly as he pulled you towards him, his fingers gently massaging that spot behind your ears, knowing it instantly calmed you down. Clutching his plaid shirt, you relished in the comfort that Dean brought you. You didn’t have to explain anything. 

Dean always knew just what to do when you weren’t feeling like yourself. 

Dean never let you go through it all alone. 

Dean would never let anything happen to you…and that was enough to give you the strength to hold it together for a little while longer. 

    *:・♫・゚*♪:・゚ He doesn’t know what time it is. Isn’t even sure what day it is anymore. All T.J knows is that he has had too much — of everything, and one name popped into mind to call before anyone else’s. Even Dougie’s. With Elaine’s campaign and a rocky marriage, T.J’s twin brother has enough going on right now. He’s probably still working right now, or passed out before another long day of political bullshit begins.

    And T.J is not far from passing out himself — but for entirely different reasons. A mixture of drugs and alcohol are coursing through his system, clouding his mind and changing him into an exaggerated version of his usual self. He has fallen off the wagon horribly, but amidst the intoxicated haze, T.J knows he doesn’t want to be here anymore. Doesn’t want to keep failing himself and being a slave to his addictions. That was why he’d called Bucky. A guy he barely even knows, but somehow feels as though he can trust.

    Now T.J waits, sitting alone on the couch in some dive club, finishing his last drink with blurry vision, the room occasionally spinning. After what feels like a long time, the former first son finally clocks Bucky’s form entering the room. There you are! He drops his glass and weakly gets to his feet, gait unsteady as he closes the shrinking gap between them. Once the former asset is within physical range T.J throws his arms around Bucky’s neck, leaning his modest weight against the bulkier male, as though Bucky is now the only thing holding him up.

    Hey, he greets in a quiet yet cheerful, genuinely fond tone near the shell of Bucky’s ear ; partly due to the temporary high and partly masking the dark and dismal he really feels. You’re my favorite superhero, have I told you that? But the Hammond twin’s high vanishes almost as soon as it appeared — intense guilt and self-hatred quickly replacing it, amplified by the effects of the coke. T.J ducks his head, limply leaning against the ex-soldier’s broad shoulder, drawing in a shaky breath and lowering his vocal tone to a whisper. Take me home, Bucky — please? … I’m really fucked up.

@soldatassassin

Stay: Part 8 (Matt/Claire drabbles)

(A/N: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7. Slight AU of “A World on Fire” where Claire stays with Matt for a week and they never had that fight.)

She knew something was wrong by the way she heard the roof access door slam and the heavy booted steps leading down towards Matt’s loft. She closed the Braille copy of The Three Musketeers and stood up, her palms sweaty, ready to see him bruised and bloodied, but he wasn’t from what she could tell.

“Matt?” She came towards him, touching his shoulders when she was close enough, expecting to feel the wet warmth of blood, but for once there wasn’t any. His breathing was erratic, his teeth clenched, and she could feel the tremors running through his chest muscles. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

“Went back to your place,” he said in a low voice. “Had to be sure they’d given up searching for you. It’s been the last stop I make before I come back here, and so far, no one had been there. This time, someone picked the lock and was inside tossing the place.”

Claire’s eyes widened. “God. What did you do?”

He ripped off his mask, running a gauntleted hand through his mussed hair. “We got into it. I had him on the ropes. He went down the fire escape into the alley. I was closing in, but…across the street, there was a liquor store being held up and I—”

He threw the mask against the couch. “I had to let him go.”

She searched his face, trying to understand the anger that nearly made his body vibrate. “Matt, that sounds like a perfectly good reason to—”

“It’s not,” he snarled, shocking her. “Three days and four nights, Claire. That’s how long you’ve been here. I thought after I cleaned out their whole nest they’d get smart and find another way to stop me. I could have made him talk. Made him tell his friends that you skipped town and were no longer a factor. Now he’s gonna get away and you’ll be stuck here.”

Claire let a short silence fall between them, watching him pace back and forth on the rug. Then she licked her lips and crossed her arms. “Last time I checked, that was my choice, Matt. I said yes to staying here with you. I could have gone on an early vacation, or moved elsewhere, but I didn’t.”

“You don’t understand,” he said tightly. “They’re winning. You should have the right to be where you want to be, not to have to worry about some asshole tailing you or busting up your place because of me. What about your life? Your choices, your freedom, all of it I’ve jeopardized.”

“Yeah, because you were out there saving lives, and I pulled out of that dumpster because I also save lives. It’s a compromise. I can live with it.”

He sat down on the couch, head bowed, sighing. “Maybe I can’t.”

The silence was deafening this time. She swallowed hard before speaking. “Are you saying you want me to leave?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know, I just…”He shook his head.

“Finish it.”

He lifted his head, frowning. “What?”

“Finish what you were going to say.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Yes, you were. You’re not the only one who can tell when someone’s holding back. I can hear it in your voice. Just say it.”

“Say what?”

“That you want me to stay. Even if it’s not good for me. Even if my life gets screwed up even worse taking care of you. What’s this really about, Matt? You have to know you did the right thing stopping that robbery, so what are you afraid of?”

“Anyone I get close to gets hurt. Or they leave.” Matt’s jaw clenched, as if he wanted to stop, but he kept going. “I can count on one hand who has with me for more than just a couple years. I don’t want that to be you, Claire. If they find out who I am and they find out who you are, and I’m not there to stop it, they’ll kill you and…”

Claire walked over to him and sat on the coffee table, taking his hand, her voice gentle now. “Say it.”

“I can’t,” he whispered. “I can’t lose you too. I’m not scared of much, but that scares the hell out of me.”

“That fear isn’t going to go away even if they gave up tomorrow and I could go back home. It’s the cost of caring about someone.”

She pulled off his glove and brought his hand up to cup her chin. He exhaled softly, rubbing a calloused thumb across her cheekbone. “And you can feel my heart right now, so you know I’m not lying when I say that I don’t regret saving you and getting into this mess with you. Maybe I can’t take a beating as well as you or thrash twenty guys with my bare hands, but I’m a part of this, same as you. I help people who need it. And it seems like you need it the most right now.”

She tilted her face slightly and kissed his palm. Matt suppressed a shudder. “Claire.”

“Shh,” she said, erasing the space between them. She kissed him with a kind of hunger he instantly recognized, a change in the scent of her skin, in the way her heart beat through where they touched. She slid onto his lap in one smooth motion, straddling him on the couch, her slender fingers diving between them to peel off his shirt. By the time they got to his belt, Matt stopped thinking altogether and simply let the fire devour them both.


Thank you so much for reading. You guys have been beyond incredibly supportive of this series and I am so grateful. Part 9 will be posted tomorrow.

Request: Midnight Hour

Request: Imagine Juice having a wet dream, waking up in the middle of the night and trying to convince his old lady to make love to him.

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: smut

Originally posted by irvanae

“You are so jealous Juan!”, you ignored him following you around the house. “I mean, usually, this is cute and stuff, but not today. He is my boss!”

“Come on baby”, he whined, trying to hug you. “I’m sorry. I know I’m insecure, I’m so afraid to lose you”

“You should know by now that I’m not going anywhere”, you said, taking off your shirt and pointing to the crow on your lower back. “See this? This means I’m yours. A crow, a ring, a vow…What else do you need?”

“Don’t be like this baby”, he grabbed your hand but you got rid you’re his grip. You threw a blanket and his pillow on his arms.

“Couch”, you said. “You are going to sleep there tonight”

“Oh come on!”, he whined, but you crossed your arms, not wanting to hear another word. He had to learn not to explode and behave like a immature teenager in front of your boss. Resigned, Juice sat on the couch and turned the TV on. He heard you in the shower and then in the kitchen. You served him dinner like you always did, but went to the bedroom right after leaving him alone. He watched TV for a while and only went to sleep when he saw you turn the light off, going to bed too. He sighed, trying to get comfortable on the couch, closing his eyes, diving into sleep.

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“Juan…”, he heard a soft voice calling him as small hands were taking off his pants. He felt the same hands holding his cock, stroking his base, caressing his balls. He opened his eyes to see you knelt on the floor, next to the couch.

“Baby?”, he asked, reaching a hand to your hair. You smiled and took him in your mouth. Juice closed his eyes, smiling at the feeling and the fact he had been forgiven. You were there, licking his cook, your eyes looking into his and you whispered.

“Come to bed baby…I’m sorry, I need you”, you took him deep in your mouth again and Juice moaned, his hand reaching for you, but holding the empty space.

He was awake and you weren’t knelt close to the couch, only the darkness and he was alone with his hard cock desperately wanting you.

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You were still awake, eyes open in the dark thinking about get up and call Juice back to bed. He had been jealous in front of your boss and that had angered you, but leave him in the couch was cruel, you recognized that. Plus, you were missing him, his arm around you, being the big spoon. Juice was so dependent on you and yes, sometimes he annoyed you, but at the end of the day all you wanted was your body against his, happily let him hug you tight, like he was afraid you would disappear.

The bedroom door was close and you heard when he opened it slowly. You tried not to smile, closing your eyes, pretending to be sleeping. You knew he was sad for being out of bed, but he usually respected your decisions. Juice sneaked on the bedroom in the middle of the night was a surprise and exciting somehow.

You felt him lay down on the bed and his hand on your hair, softly touching it. “Baby”, he whispered. His hand rested on your hips. Juice came closer, his body pressing against yours, making you fell him hard through his pants. “Baby”, he said a little louder, stroking your shoulder.

“What are you doing Juan?”, you asked, giving up of your game of being asleep.

“I need you baby”, he moved his hips, his erection against your ass.

“Go back to the couch”, you said, trying not to laugh and taking his hand from your hips.

“I can’t”, he said, you could hear the desperation on his voice and felt how much he wanted you. “I had this dream…You were licking my cock, your beautiful and sweet lips around me…It was a good dream”

“Go back to sleep then, back to your dream”, you said, trying to ignore your panties getting wet when he told his dream.

“Please baby”, he kissed your shoulder, pressing his body against yours, harder. His hand slid under your shirt and squeezed your breast, making you let out a moan. Juice took it as a positive answer and kicked off his boxers. You took of your panties, barely having time to throw them on the floor, Juice pulling you closer again. His fingers touched you, finding you wet for him, “Oh baby, you are such a liar, you want me too”

“Yes”, you whispered feeling him rubbing your clit. You moaned, opening your legs more, as you hugged your pillow. Juice’s chest against your back and his cock against you ass cheeks. You whined when his fingers let you and tried to get up on your elbows, just to fall against the mattress again when he slid inside you. His hand grabbed your ass while he thrusted inside you, taking his time to feel your walls stretching around him. Your moans were muffed against the pillow, Juice pulled out and made you face him.

“I wanna hear you baby”, he said, spreading your legs open for him. You threw you head back against the pillow when he thrusted again, deep and hard. You screamed his name, your nails leaving read trails on his skin. He was smiling, satisfied hearing you lost in the pleasure he was giving you. He was losing his pace, getting closer to the edge. “Baby…”

You rubbed your clit as Juice leaned to kiss you, coming inside you as you felt yourself tightening around him, moaning against his lips. He didn’t want to let you, Juice put butterfly kissed on your forehead, eyes, nose and cheeks. You caressed his back, feeling his body against yours.

“I’m sorry”, he said, caressing your cheeks. “I didn’t want to be rude in front of your boss, I’m just… You are everything to me”

“I know”, you smiled and pushed him on his back, straddling him. You traced his lips with your fingertips and then trailed down his chest. “I’m sorry I let you on the couch tonight, you needed to learn a lesson”

“I did”, he said, mouth ajar and eyes wide.

“Yes, you did”, you leaned to kiss him. Juice closed his eyes, groaning as his hands held your hips. “Now…Do you wanna tell me more about that dream?”

“Yes, I do”, he grinned watching you kiss his chest and feeling your lips around him, just like a dream.

Don't Defy Me, Doll pt.2

IM SO EXCITED I’M GETTING SUCH GOOD FEEDBACK. I LOVE ALL OF YOU. Here is part two of my series. I hope you all enjoy! Im currently almost finished with pt.3 and will most likely post it in the morning after I’m sober and can actually read well enough to edit it a little. :3

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Finally your shift was over, your body ached from the lack of sleep the night before. Though they were sore, your feet couldn’t walk you home fast enough. Your mind had finally felt calm enough after last night to take a short nap once you were able to collapse into bed. 

Reaching into your purse looking for your keys, you glanced at the doorknob and noticed it was slightly turned. The door hadn’t been closed all the way. It must have just been an accident after rushing out the door this morning to avoid being late. Again. You opened the door and mindlessly tossed your purse onto the couch, and slipped your shoes off by the kitchen sink. You took great pride in keeping a neat and tidy living space. Always clean, never cluttered. The normalcy of a usually spotless kitchen made the folded envelope on the counter stand out like a flare. The paper was gold and good quality. Nothing you would have ever left there. Someone had been in your apartment. You didn’t leave the door open, your intruder did. Fear rushed back into you. Hesitantly, you picked up the envelope, and pulled out a single pearl white paper with heavy black ink scratched onto it. 

I hope you enjoyed the show. I like to entertain.

However, nobody was invited to last night’s viewing.

Do not tell anyone about what you saw, got it?

You’ll be safe if you obey me, doll.

-J

You were sobbing before you could finish reading the warning. Of course you’d tell someone, you were going straight to the police. It didn’t matter how beautiful he was, this lunatic broke into your home to threaten you. He knew who you were and what you had seen. You tripped over the couch, diving into your purse looking for your phone. 

“Hello? Yes, I need to make a report. Someone broke into my apartment. Please send someone here immediately.” Your words fell out of your mouth without hardly any articulation. 

It didn’t take long before a stout sheriff and his attractive newbie showed up at your door. You let them in and told them everything you’d seen the night before and gave them the letter you found on your kitchen counter. The newbie cop scoffed at your story, he thought you were on drugs last night, “too much fun, this one had, aye Sheriff Derrickson?” he teased. He had a badge on his uniform that read Dent. 

“Harvey, shut your mouth. This is serious. Until you’ve made some good convictions, you’re still a shit-step below me. An’ i’m tellin’ you to be respectful. It’s your damn job, boy. Jesus.” You were thankful the sheriff stood up for you and took you seriously.

“Sorry, ma’am. I sincerely hope we catch this crazy bitch. Don’t want any more criminals getting shot by worse criminals.” His words were sharp, and he seemed like he’d be rather two-faced if you ever met him again. The pair of police left with all the information needed to make a formal report. Yet another report to add the pile of “Joker scandals” that sat on the sheriff’s desk. He had suggested that a deputy stay on watch outside your building that night, just in case any uninvited men decided to come back for another go. This put you at ease, and surprisingly, you fell asleep without any issues. Without a single concern about what could possibly happen to you soon after you awoke. 

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here’s a link to Dont Defy Me, Doll pt.1 in case you missed it!

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