Summary: A family gathering at the Winchester household turns into an embarrassing mess for Dean and the reader.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1,361
Cassie’s Classics Challenge -
“I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.” Gone with the Wind @death2thevirgin
“Ha! Suck it, Winchester!” You boast obnoxiously, dancing around Sam in a circle. You just won the third air hockey game in a row and the feeling of victory never gets old.
“Just wait, Y/N. You’re awesome at air hockey but everyone knows you’re shitty at pool. And I can’t wait to kick your little ass!” Crouching down to your level, Sam condescendingly pats the top of your head with a shit eating grin.
“I can’t wait to see that, Sammy. Honestly. We all know you need a little confidence…since that hot girl Erica shot you down. Must hurt the ego.” You giggle at his bitch face before bolting out of the game room. You may be ridiculous but you’re not crazy, Sam’s go to move when annoyed is chucking his drink at you.
Growing up across the street from the Winchester family has equipped you to easily deal with the two brothers in any scenario. It definitely comes in handy knowing which buttons to push.
A little shy where public skin ship is concerned Minseok wouldn’t be the one to initiate this. Although he definitely knows his way around teasing he just wouldn’t want to take it outside the bedroom. It would take you wanting to get a little revenge for his hour of teasing the other night during a meal at the dorms. Sitting around the table Junmyeon forced the members to have one meal together, you would lean into Minseok’s shoulder. Playing with his hand with one of yours on the table to put him at ease you slid your other hand under his shirt, tracing over his abdomen lightly with your nails, sliding gradually lower. He would quickly jolt and grab your hand hard, pushing it away before shaking his head resolutely at you, eyes hard. You best be prepared for the consequences.
“If you think you’re getting away with that Y/n.”
Junmyeon would prefer to do the teasing than have you tease him. Most of the time he’ll be very affectionate and attentive towards you especially around the boys where he’ll feel responsible somewhat. Sometimes however when he’s had a particularly testing day you’ll feel his knee bump into yours at the dinner table with the everyone as his hand slips slowly up the inside of your thigh, leaning in to whisper all the things the things he wanted to do to you right then, how he’d mark you softly when you were finally alone, hear the moans of his name. All this while his hand journeyed further up your thigh and pressed harder where you felt him most, your hand gripping your glass harder as you struggled to keep quiet while leaned smugly back. But only some days.
“Would you like to continue this in my room y/n”
Whilst Yixing was by no means innocent you knew you had miscalculated this move. Eating chicken with the rest of Exo you were sat next Yixing who, through no fault of his own, had not been around much due to scheduling. You had missed him. A lot. So as he was chuckling with Baekhyun over a funny story during filming you slowly slid you hand over his muscular thigh and up over his zipper, feeling him tense slightly. He looked at you shocked, an expression you knew not to push on his face. No teasing for him then. But that didn’t mean the minute you got home he didn’t immediately back you up against the doorframe, that smirk curled over his plump lips, trailing his fingers over your back as his dark eyes look into yours, teasing your shirt up.
“Baobei, not in public, and tonight I’m going to make sure you remember that in detail.”
Baekhyun is playful and this would be something he would often start but never follow through just to see your frustrated reaction. He wanted to make sure this was something you’d be comfortable with but just never got around to it so you would take matters into your own hands. When you first felt his knee slowly nudge your legs open while you sat opposite him on a date you smiled at him nonchalantly. Slipping your foot out of your heel you traced your foot up the inside of his thighs before pressing gently over his jeans, internally smirking at the the way his body shook in his seat. His eyes snapped to yours and he laughed breathlessly while you used his hand to push your foot back down.
“Okay okay, you’ve learnt some things and I deserved that.”
Chanyeol would be a fan of pushing his luck with you just to see how you’d react but would always have your interest in mind, never wanting to upset you. Inviting you to his little studio where he had some friends in the other room working on their own music, he giddily closed the door to his own room to show you his new song. Sitting you on his lap he played the song which you immediately heard his deep melodic voice spilling out less than innocent lyrics. Of course it got to you, you’re only human. Shifting uncomfortable on his lap as you cleared your throat you turned to praise his music when his hand teasingly ground you down on his lap, kissing your neck gently as he did- the song on repeat. You hoped so bad no one would interrupt him.
“Did you prefer my singing or my mouth on your skin~”
Out of the boys Jongdae would be the most into this. Snuggled on the sofa watching a thriller film with the rest of the boys you leaned your head on his shoulder, pressing closer at a particularly tense part. His face would flush a little when you accidentally gripped his upper leg in surprise, eyes glued to the screen, leaving Jongdae with a rising problem as you kept your hand there forgotten. Looking around the darkened room he would pull the blanket over you more, trailing his hand up your leg and smirking when you glanced at him I in shock when he tugged your underwear. Chewing your lip at his expression you’d lean closer into him, biting his shirt to muffle the sounds his fingers were steadily drawing from you. Luckily when Chanyeol glanced over he thought how sweet it was Jongdae was comforting you during the film.
Kyungsoo would be one of the more shy ones out of the boys about this. He would be comfortable trying new things with you and would love it when you tease him to provoke him sometimes however he’d be less ethusiastic about this outside the bedroom. Sitting on his lap while you watched Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Jongin play against each other on a game Kyungsoo wrapped his arms around you and cuddled in. You burst into laughter as Baekhyun was defeated by Jongin and felt Kyungsoo stiffen under you and used his large hands to move you slightly down his lap. Smirking to yourself you subtly shifted back and rolled your hips as you laughed to avoid suspicion, his hands immediately at your waist and low voice breathing hard by your ear.
“Just what do you think you’re doing?!”
You sat in the dark cinema at the back row, Jongin having earlier insisted they were the best seats to watch a movie in for your date. In honesty it wasn’t a great film and Jongin had bought them on a whim just so you could spend some time together after his busy schedule. You played with your shirt hem, leaning against his arm as you waited for the dull movie to end before you grinned to yourself. An idea to make this far more entertaining entered your mind. Trailing your fingers up over his leg, slowly pulling down his zipper you felt his hand grab yours, his eyes blown wide as he whispered “y/n! What’re you doing?!” Smiling sweetly at him as your hand continued it’s path you saw Jongin bite back a groan and lean back in his seat as you shifted onto your knees. It certainly has become more entertaining.
Much like Junmyeon, Sehun would be a little too shy for this but some days he would truly embrace being the naughty maknae. You’d have hinted at him a few times that you wouldn’t mind trying public teasing but each time he’d ruffle his hair unsure, meeting your eyes apologetically saying he wouldn’t want to do anything in front of his hyungs. You were fine with this, not everyone liked it. But when you dropped by for a dance practice to find Jongin and Yixing teasing Sehun as he warmed up you laughed along, waving goodbye to them as you joined Sehun for your solo together. Immediately he pressed himself to you, adding far more suggestive moves as he panted in your ear and chuckling at your shaky breaths of pointing out the possibility of someone walking in.
“But isn’t this exactly what you wanted me to do. Not so funny now.”
Admin C- Sooo this IPad is slow as hell but it’s finally up! I wanted to do a more suggestive one but requests are welcomed! Have fun and enjoy!
Summary: You may see Dean as a little more than a “friend with benefits”.
Warnings: Little angst (more flangst), cursing, little bit of implied smut.
A/N: Just a flangsty idea I had :)
“Just friends?” he asks breathlessly as his lips ghost over yours. His hands roam your body fervently when he speaks.
You take in a deep breath and nod. “Just friends.” His lips are soon over yours as you both fall onto the bed, losing yourself in one another.
“Just friends”, you mutter bitterly to yourself, watching Dean flirt with a pretty, busty blonde at the bar you’re at.
You’ve been “friends with benefits” with Dean for six months now. While you got to enjoy Dean’s talented skills, you both promised that this relationship had no strings attached. That means, you as well as Dean were free game to sleep with anyone else.
At first, you didn’t mind the purely sexual attraction he had towards you. He’s an excellent lover, after all. But as months passed and countless girls came and left his room, you realized you didn’t want to share him.
You fell in love with Dean Winchester after you had promised you wouldn’t.
So, seeing Dean shamelessly hit on other women in front of you stung deeply. Because he didn’t seem to mind finding other lays, you figured he didn’t feel the same romantic connection you felt.
Slamming your beer down with frustration, you decide to try to move on from your hopeless relationship with Dean. Your eyes scan the bar for a handsome suitor, trying to ignore Dean running his hands on the blonde like he had to you so many times before.
Before you can locate a handsome man, a soft voice startles you.
“Are you okay?”
When you look up, you’re surprised to see a good-looking man with a killer smile and striking blue eyes sitting next to you.
“Yeah. Just a rough day”, you answer, trying your best to not look over at Dean.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he asks politely and you can’t help but agree. You need to move on from your thoughts about a romantic relationship with Dean.
After a couple drinks with the man (which you learned his name is Leon), you can’t help but feel a sort of freedom as you broke away from your jealousy with Dean. Sure, he wasn’t as funny, handsome, or kind as Dean, but he was something, and that’s all you need right now.
Leon’s hands wrap around yours as he leans towards your ear. “Wanna get out of here?” he huskily whispers, licking his lips.
Before you can agree, a rough hand pushes you two apart. “She’s taken. Back off.”
The familiarity of the voice causes you to look up in shock. Dean stands before you and Leon, his hands clenched in fists and his normally gentle green eyes burning with anger.
Leon puts his hands up. “Sorry, man. I didn’t know.” He saunters off awkwardly.
You can’t stand to look up at Dean. Your nails are digging into your palm as you try not to explode with rage.
Instead, you stand up abruptly and push Dean out of the way, rushing out of the crowded bar into the cool night air. You hear his heavy footsteps behind you, so you try to walk away faster.
Thanks to his long legs, he quickly catches up to you, gently grabbing your arm so you have to face him. “Y/N…” he starts, his voice quiet.
“You know what Dean?” you spit out, ripping your arm away. “‘No strings attached’ right? I never did this to you when you went off to your flavor of the month.”
Your words seem to hurt him as he flinches with every word you speak. With a final huff, you stomp away from him and you’re grateful when he doesn’t follow you.
You walk until your legs are numb and your tears are dry. You’ve been walking for hours trying to figure out Dean’s mysterious behavior, yet you still haven’t sorted it out.
Eventually, you make your way back to your motel room. When you walk in, you’re not pleased to see Dean standing inside. Before you can slam the door and walk out, he pleads “Please stay.”
Defeated and exhausted, you begrudgingly sit on the bed. He sits next to you, close enough to touch you, but he doesn’t.
There’s a moment of silence before he speaks. “I’m really sorry, Y/N.”
You scoff and roll your eyes, crossing your arms and looking away. “Thanks”, you bitterly respond.
Dean sighs. “You’re right. I had no right to interfere with your date.”
The apology is nice, but its not enough to soothe the ache in your heart. “You didn’t”, you simply say, standing up to leave.
Before you can get outside again, his hand tenderly grabs yours. Dean’s eyes are pleading and desperate as he holds onto you. “Please don’t be done with me. God, please don’t leave.”
“Dean”, tears begin to form in your eyes, “don’t say that. You don’t really mean it.”
He drops to his knees as he still grasps your hand like a lifeline. “I do, I swear to God I do.” His eyes search yours frantically. “If you left me, I don’t know what I’d do.”
Anger boils in your veins. “You’d just find another girl. It’s not that hard”, you spit out, though tears are flowing down your face now.
“But I don’t love them. I only love you.” Dean lets the words flow out like their the most true, natural thing ever.
You gape with eyes wide. “You… you love me?”
“More than anything.”
You want to not believe him, figuring this is just a way to keep you around for his use. But, the way his hand tightly grips onto yours and his terrified expression tells you otherwise.
“Why’d you do it, then? You’ve been with tons of women since our arrangement.”
He looks down in shame. “I never slept with any of them, you know. I tried to forget you and your beautiful face and crude sense of humor and the way you make me feel. But, I couldn’t. I couldn’t forget the way I feel about you.”
Dean takes a deep breath before speaking again. “I know it was a shitty thing to do. And when I saw you with that guy, I lost it. I was going to lose the best thing I’ve had because I’m a fucking idiot.”
His fingers brush over your knuckles. “Please, Y/N. Give me another chance. But, this time, I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine, all the strings attached.”
You let out a choked laugh. “All the strings?”
“Every single one”, he promises, letting out a broken smile as the pieces begin to finally fall into place.
Tony can handle being interrupted in the middle of an important project. He can handle realizing there’s no coffee left. He can handle ridiculous politicians. And the media. And crazy fans. All this on top of saving the world from vengeful demi-gods, killer robots, giant ants, and whatnot.
What he can’t handle is seeing someone he loves get hurt. He doesn’t want to think of all the times he failed his loved ones. Pepper. Rhodey. Happy. JARVIS. Too many.
And now here he is pressing shaky hands to Steve’s chest, mentally willingly the blood to stop seeping through his fingers, while the man is clenching his teeth in pain. They were fine five minutes ago. The mission was simple: Get in. Clear out the baddies. Get the stolen tech. Get out.
It was supposed to be simple, but Tony’s beginning to think that maybe they’ll never catch a “simple” break in their lifetime, mission or not.
And he had only turned away from a second. A second!
Next thing he knows, a bang sounds off and Steve is stumbling into him and then crumbling to the floor, blood racing from a small wound on his chest. Tony doesn’t think. He reacts. Arm up, a beam of pale-blue light later, and the shooter isn’t standing anymore. Tony doesn’t care if the guy lives or dies. Right now, all attention is on Steve.
He’s out of the suit and on the ground as quickly as FRIDAY can open it. He presses his hands to Steve’s chest, flinching at the gasp that escapes Steve’s lips, and demands FRIDAY call for a medic team and for one of the other Avengers to find them.
Tony tries to not freak out as Steve’s eyes flutter while the man fights to stay conscious.
“At least it’s not you this time,” Steve manages to choke out, a thin line of blood escapes the corner of his mouth and runs down his jawline.
A bitter laugh falls from Tony’s lips. “God, Steve. Just shut up.”
Steve cracks a grin despite it appearing that he can barely breathe.
“ETA, FRIDAY?” Tony calls when Steve coughs and specks of blood fly.
“Three minutes,” FRIDAY replies.
“It’s y-your turn to pick a p-place to eat, you know?”
Tony’s eyes sting with tears threatening to fall. “Like that matters right now,” he whispers.
Steve doesn’t get the opportunity to reply because the area is immediately flooded with medical personnel and Avengers. Tony allows himself to be pushed away and turns down the offer for help. Bruce, wearing only a robe, kneels next to Tony and checks over himself despite Tony’s protests.
“Steve would be upset if he found out you didn’t let someone check you out,” is the only thing Bruce says.
Tony doesn’t reply. Instead, he gazes at the large pool of blood left behind after Steve was taken away. There’s just too much.
“He’ll be okay, Tony. He’ll come back from this.”
“He’s a supersoldier, but that doesn’t mean he’s invincible.”
“Be careful,” Clint calls from a few feet away. “You’re starting to sound like Cap.”
It’s meant to lighten the mood, but Tony doesn’t react. Clint doesn’t push. And Tony doesn’t remember getting up. He doesn’t remember being led away from the scene or making it onto the Helicarrier. He doesn’t remember changing into his pajamas.
He doesn’t remember falling asleep, but he remembers Steve’s bloody lips.
When he wakes up, it’s too a voice speaking softly about art?
“ - and I couldn’t find the charcoal pencils you bought me so I improvised and used grease. I hope you don’t mind. DUM-E didn’t. He was rather enthusiastic about help.”
There’s a chuckle.
A very familiar chuckle.
Tony’s eyes snap open and he shoots to a seating position. Sitting next to his bed, in a tank top with a sketch pad and tentative smile, is a living Steve Rogers. There’s some faded bruising around his temple and his skin hasn’t fully returned to its natural glow, but Steve looks much more alive than before.
“What are you doing out of bed?” Tony asks quickly.
“Well,” Steve starts as he scratches at his cheek, sheepish smile in place, “I woke up and no one was around. I feel much better and I went looking for you and you weren’t in your workshop so FRIDAY told be where you were. I found one of my sketch pads and decided to draw until you woke up.”
“You should be resting, Steve! You lost a lot of blood!” You shouldn’t have come looking for me.
Steve shakes his head. “Supersoldier, remember?”
“Uh, no. If I can’t use the excuse of ‘having the suit’ then you sure as hell can’t use ‘supersoldier’ to get out of this.”
He gets a head shake in return. “I’m okay, Tony. I mean, it was a close call. We’ve all had close calls.”
Tony just looks at him in disbelief. “I thought you were dead, Steve. Or going to be. There was,” Tony swallows, suddenly feeling anxious, “so much blood. Too much.”
Steve’s smile vanishes and he now looks distressed. He reaches forward and grabs Tony’s hand, eyes looking straight into Tony’s.
“I’m okay, Tony. I really am.”
Tony looks down at his hand before his shoulders slump and he sags against his pillows. Steve, good ol’ Steve, is trying to reassure him. It’s not supposed to be like this. Instead of saying this, Tony turns his hands over and Steve immediately entwined their hands.
“I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you,” Tony says finally.
“The feeling is mutual.” Steve strokes his thumb over the back of Tony’s hand in a soothing fashion.
Tony’s eyes drop to their hands. He sees a faded scar on his ring finger from a time he was messing around his open wires without wearing safety gloves and got shocked. He was lucky to not lose the finger.
His gaze falls to Steve’s thumb and he turns his hand to look at the back of Steve’s hand, to look at the bare ring finger.
It’s not the first time he’s thought about it. Almost everyone has said they argue like an “old married couple,” that they’re too “domesticated” around each other. They had jokingly called each other “husband” before and used varying terms of endearment.
“You know I love you, right?” Tony asks.
“Of course,” Steve replies with a bright grin, face lighting up in happiness. “I love you just as much.”
“Good because we’re getting married today. Or tomorrow. Gotta’ call Pepper and work some things out. And Rhodey since he’ll be best man and all.”
Steve’s happy expression turns to confusion, then shock, and then he’s laughing. “That’s the worse proposal ever, Tony.”
Tony finds himself grinning. “I don’t hear a ‘no’ from you.”
Steve shakes his head, smile turning almost shy. “Of course there won’t be a ‘no’ but you could ask properly.”
Tony squeezes his hand. “Marry me?”
They lean towards each other at the same time and seal the proposal with a kiss.
By the age of 10, Gavin was no stranger to pick-pocketing. He mostly went after wallets, but he would occasionally snag expensive looking jewelry to sell at a pawn shop on the shady side of town that was willing to turn a blind eye to his… method of acquiring said jewelry.
At age 10, Gavin had been on the streets for two years, having run away from his parents when they were on a trip to the States.
At age 10, Gavin got his first taste of the beauty of polished gold.
He was down by the ocean, looking for unattended bags and wallets. It was cold by local standards, so there were only a few tourists enjoying a day at the beach. He wandered down the shoreline, no one even sparing him a glance. Who would? A kid strolling down the beach is hardly an unusual sight.
He saw them sitting on a rock next to two blue beach chairs. Two beautiful gold wedding bands. The couple had probably taken them off to avoid losing them in the waves. Gavin grabbed them without a moment of hesitation.
It wasn’t until later, when he was making his way to the pawn shop that he actually stopped to look at the rings.
They were plain wedding bands. The only difference between the two being a few small diamonds embedded in the smaller one.
They were gorgeous.
There was something about the way the sunlight reflected off the smooth surface… he suddenly couldn’t bring himself to sell them.
Looking back, it was highly impractical for him to keep those rings. He could have easily gotten a couple hundred for them, and in the years to come there were many instances where he really needed that kind of money. They didn’t even fit on his boney fingers. He had to keep them in the pocket of his dirty jeans.
Nevertheless, those rings stayed in his pocket, along with several other golden treasures that he collected from that day on. He was comparable to a magpie; always finding and hoarding shiny objects like bracelets and rings.
When he was 14, he found himself searching for half decent food in a dumpster behind a popular restaurant when a man in an expensive looking suit walked by. The man was tall, and he carried himself like he was someone important. Most importantly, a beautiful gold watch was clasped around his wrist.
He was exactly what Gavin looked for in a target.
He hopped out of the dumpster with a sigh, trying to sound as disappointed as possible without being overly obvious. Walking towards the man, he allows himself a moment to be excited about his find. After six years on the streets, he’s gotten remarkably good at pick-pocketing. The past couple years he’s managed to only get caught once or twice, and only when he was being particularly careless and cocky.
He’s unclasping the watch when a strong hand grabs his wrist. Gavin’s eyes widen as he looks up at the man. He has a long, curled moustache on his upper lip, and blue eyes so bright that Gavin feels trapped in his gaze.
The man smiles. Gavin feels afraid.
“Hey there, buddy. Whatcha doing with my watch?”
This isn’t the first time Gavin’s been caught like this, but it is the first time he’s felt frightened. Still, he has a system in place for when this sort of things happens, and it’s always worked in the past.
Gavin starts to tear up.
“Please,” he whimpers, “Please don’t hurt me. I- I’m sorry! I just- I haven’t eaten in so long and I… Please don’t hurt me. I just… I’m so hungry.”
The man doesn’t stop staring at him, but he does loosen his grip.
“You’re good at that.” he says.
Gavin wipes his eyes with his free hand and looks up at the man with wide eyes.
“Good at what?”
The man grins. “This whole situation. You’re good at snatching things, and you’re certainly good at talking your way out of things. For a kid at least.”
The man let’s go of Gavin’s arm and holds out his hand.
“Geoff Ramsay, and you are?”
“Well, Gavin, how would you like a job?”
“What sort of job?”
“Whatever you want really. We can start you off with some pick-pocketing, maybe move up from there if you feel comfortable. I can promise that whatever you choose, it’ll pay well.”
“Couple thousand a week at the least.”
Gavin’s eyes widen. Without a second thought he grasps Geoff’s hand tightly.
“You’ve got yourself a deal!”
Geoff smiles again and gestures for Gavin to follow him. As Gavin falls into step beside him, he reaches into his pocket and fiddles with his treasures. This was the start of something good. He could feel it.
This is an Alec Lightwood imagine. I KNOW ALEC IS GAY BUT FOR THIS HE IS STRAIGHT. I have a lot of requests to get to and school is killing me but i’m trying to get to them all.
As always i was woken up by my alarm clock that goes off at 7 a.m sharp. I opened my eyes to be met by the same sight i was everyday. Nothing was new in the institute. I got up and put on a happy face. I didn’t want Alec or Izzy coming asking me questions.
“Get up we have a mission” i said when i stepped into Izzys room without knocking. I always did this since we had known each other forever it just didn’t seem necessarily to knock. “How are even up right now” she complained and pulled the sheets over her head. “Because your brother might kill me if i wasn't” i laughed. I actually had started to get a crush on the oldest Lightwood. “You have such a crush on him” Izzy mumbled under her breath while getting up and going to her closet “I DON'T” i yelled and threw a pillow after her.
“We need about six people. So Izzy, me, Jace, Clary, Y/N and we’ll take Luke with us too” Alec finish the short meeting he had called. Or so we thought “I’m not done” Alec said making all of us groan and sit back down in our seats “We have to make groups. Izzy i need you to go with Luke. Jace and Clary are together and Y/N you’re with me” He finished gesturing for everybody to leave. A small smile grew on my face knowing i had the entire day to spend with Alec.
“Heres your chance” Izzy whispered when she passed me “SHUT UP ISABELLE” i yelled back. I really didn’t need the entire institute knowing about my crush. Especially when Alec doesn’t know anything. And he definitely doesn’t feel the same way.
Alec and i were walking down the narrow hallway when a demon attacked out of nowhere. Alec of course had it under control. He hit the demon with enough force to knock it down so that i could cut it. I looked up and saw the look of satisfaction on his face.
“Come on. Run” Alec said after a few seconds of silence where we just stared at each other. I began running after Alec. when we got where we needed to go we stood in silence waiting for Izzy and Luke. “So. i realise we don’t talk a lot… my fault but tell me something about yourself.” I started. I would much rather have a conversation with Alec than just sit in awkward silence.
“Uhm. I don’t know. I one shot my teacher with an arrow” He said randomly. I laughed out loud and turned to him with a shocked expression on my face.
“NO WAY YOU’RE KIDDING RIGHT” I laughed.
“No” ALec laughed a little at the memory. “Your turn. Tell me something” He commanded.
“Oh… i guess i had kind of a boring life…. Oh one time i kissed a guy and i was supposed to text my friend about how bad the kiss was and i accidentally texted the guy” i sighed. To my surprise it got Alec laughing. After a while i realised why he was laughing so hard. “And that guy was Jace oh god i totally forgot you already knew that” I laughed at the thought.
“You got Jace crying for three days Y/N” Alec laughed “ He coul-” he was gonna continue but got hit from behind him. I ran over to kill the demon who had attacked him.
“Alec are you okay.” I yelled dropping to my knees. I tried to look at his stomach where he had been cut but he pushed me away trying to get up himself.
“I’m fine.” He said but before he got up he totally blacked out.
“Hey. you’re home don’t worry. Jace and Luke helped me get you here” I said. I was sitting next to Alecs bed where he was currently laying shirtless.
“I’m fine really i don’t need anything” He said trying to get up but of course his wound started aching and I pushed him down again. “Y/N i’m fine. I can take care of myself”
“I know you can but you’re not fine. Now let me take care of you” i said. I started looking at his wound but it got too much for him and he grabbed my hand. My eyes shot up to look at him. “Uhm. Sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt you” i said.
“Shut up” he said and lifted his hand to the back of my neck and lifted me. He quickly pushed his lips against mine. “How good was that because if you’re gonna text someone about this i wanna know from now” He said. I laughed and pressed my lips to his again.
How do you think the assassins/templars would react if they find their SO sleeping in their coats?
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Altair: He’d been searching
everywhere- he could not find his coat, which was necessary for his day.
Unaware of where else to look, he decides to go to your quarters, hoping you’d
know where the coat was. Without knocking, he barged into your home, but halted
abruptly where he stood. There you were, peacefully sleeping, however not in
your normal robes, but in his own coat. Still frozen in your doorway, he slowly
and silently backs up and leaves. He would just steal one of Malik’s for the
Ezio: Your moment of silence had
been disrupted by short, loud, and raspy chuckles. Slowly, groggily, and
annoyed, you began to wake from your euphoric rest. Unsurprisingly, there was
Ezio, lying by your side, laughing like an idiot. Not only were you tired and
irritated, but now confused; that is until you figured out why he had been
laughing. The night before, you’d been so lonely, knowing Ezio couldn’t be with
you. To feel content and whole again, you reached for his coat… one he never
wore, and the one he wanted you to keep. Unintentionally, you’d drifted asleep,
the cloths contorted around your body. Ridged with realization, you hastily and
unsuccessfully attempted to take the coat off; Ezio’s laughter subsided. He
grabbed your hand, his eyes crinkled with delight. “You’re just too beautiful,
♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.
This handsome young lad is my little brother, Christopher. His family and close friends, referred to him as “DeathProof”.
He was diagnosed at the age of 5, with an incurable genetic disease, Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy and had the life expectancy of 12 years old. When he turned 12, the doctors said he wouldn’t make it past 18. When he turned 18, they said it was NO way he’d live past 21. My baby celebrated his 26th birthday March 28, 2014. Happy; healthy and enjoying the birthday gift I had gotten him. Sadly, a week later was admitted into the hospital.
For a little over a month, my mother and I watched Chris fight for his life. Things were up, and down but we stayed by his side every step of the way. I left the hospital one night jst to escape the sounds of the beeping machines which I am terrified of. The next morning as I was about to head out, back to the hospital, I received an urgent call from my pops telling me to come to ICU. I ran out of the house, down the block to my car, and sped all the way to University Hospital. Ran across the street, didn’t even look to see if cars were coming. Got up to ICU were his favorite nurse pointed me to his room, FILLED with doctors and nurses. “Where’s my brother?!” I shouted as nurses tried to me sit me down. My pop told me that my brother’s heart had stopped. “My brother died?!!!!” Nooooo, nooooo! My pop said, they got him back and had to put the trach back in his throat. When I was finally able to go in, his face was all swollen. I could feel my heart pounding through my chest. The first thing I did was grab his hand, as he had always wanted me to do. It was cold, and the tears began to stream from my eyes and then his. He was jst lying there, still. He then began to grab my hand, I figured he would be ok. A week had gone by and he still was unresponsive, he no longer grabbed my hand. His eyes would open, but he wouldn’t be starring at anything. It broke my heart to see him this way, seeing as though the quality of life he had lived before this was entirely different. A brain scan showed that he was in fact, brain dead. When my mother finally made the decision to turn off the machines, in my heart I knew it was the right thing to do.
The day of, after they cut off the machines, he breathed on his our for 7 hours strong. My mother laid with him on his bed, I on the chair, and we fell asleep. It was the best nap I had ever taken. Reminded me of when we were kids, so nostalgic. When I woke up, scared something was going wrong, his pulse was still strong, dropping very slowly but strong. I leaned over to him, “Chrissy I’m going to take a shower, I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere ok” Even though he couldn’t respond, I know he could hear me. My shortie and I were talking to the doctor in the hall, I’d say for about 7-10mins, after that we’d made our way to the street. My phone rang. It was my pop saying “I think you need to come back up” I’m like is everything ok, what’s going on. “Just come spend a little more time” he said. I looked at my boyfriend, he looked at me. “Go” he said. I took off running. Felt like I was back on the track in my heyday.
I ran back to his room only to find that he had flatlined. “Nooooo; Chris, noooooo” I dropped to my knees at his bedside. “I told you to waiiiiiiit. I’m sorrrryyyyy; I’m sorrrryyyy” I’m full on ugly cry at this point. I couldn’t believe this was happening. “Kiona, but he IS waiting” my mother said. I looked up and his pulse had come back, very faint, but it was back. He came back so that I could say goodbye. My boy! I climbed in bed next to him and let him know how much I loved him and would miss him and how proud I was of him for fighting this long. He was my hero. And I asked if he would come visit me in my dreams. It was a gloomy dark day outside but oddly enough, the sun was beaming in his room. It was soooo bright and hot. When it left his room, so did his pulse. He was gone. In my heart, I know that it was my little sister coming to bring him home to the Kingdom.
Though I know he is resting, peacefully in the arms of our Father, it still doesn’t fill the void his departure has left. My brother was everything to me, everything. I had protected him for so many years from bullies and assholes, incompetent nurses, burnt couldn’t save him from this. I couldn’t fight death. I hope one day, I’ll be able to see that sweet face and kiss those cheeks, but until then I’ve dedicated my life to helping find a cure and speaking with families who’ve recently been diagnosed. I know he’s be so proud. And that’s all I want, all I’ve ever wanted. I love you Jelly and I miss entirely too much!!!!!
In light of blackout, I’d like to recognize the beauty of this beautiful soul. My brother, my best friend, my guardian angel.
Flashing cameras, shouting, red carpet, namelists – all the things that make a premiere a premiere. And this was no exception as you and Tom Holland walked the red carpet for the premiere of Spiderman: Homecoming. He in his fabulous, classic suit and you wearing an elegant dark turquoise gown, together you were slaying the red carpet. The paparazzi loved the two of you and they were doing everything they could to get their award winning pic of you.
“I know where you stand Silent in the trees And that’s where I am Silent in the trees. Why won’t you speak Where I happen to be? Silent in the trees Standing cowardly.”
I sing softly, curling my hair, smacking my red covered lips together. I look up in the mirror, my love fixing his tie so that it was on perfectly right.
He looks handsome, the way his hands move upon the fabric, the way his posture changes whenever he investigates his look. He is beautiful, completely irresistible. And that’s what makes this so difficult.
I want tonight to be the night, the night where he lets me make love to him. Our relationship has been serious for a while now, nearly an entire year being spent together. But there’s a flaw we have, and it’s been eating me alive. It almost feels like it’s drifting us apart in some ways, but I don’t think he notices it.
He hasn’t made love to me yet, he hasn’t touched me. And for both of us already having sex with other people in the past, I wonder why he hasn’t given me his love yet.
Harry looks up to the mirror, his stern face suddenly softening. He smiles, making his way toward the bathroom.
“My love,” he whispers, his arms wrapping around my waist, his mouth against the skin of my neck, “you look beautiful, my love.”
"I can feel your breath. I can feel my death. I want to know you. I want to see. I want to say hello.”
“Hm.” Harry hums contently, nuzzling his face into my shoulder, “love when you sing.”
I turn my head, admiring the aspect of him. He’s more than what he claims to be, he’s everything anybody could ever desire.
I kiss down his neck, sucking on the skin right below his ear. I hear him growl, the fingers that are tight around my hip squeezing together. My lips make their way up to his, capturing the taste of his lemon and peppermint breath. His lips are smooth, plump and easy to manipulate.
He moans into me, his hand gripping onto the back of my neck, as if preventing me from moving away.
“Make love to me.” I whisper, my lips ghosting over his.
Harry stops his movements, hands loosening, lips stopping. He pushes me away, shaking his head from side to side. I knew it was a risky thing to say to him, but I need to feel him love me they way he claims he does. For now, I feel nothing. I haven’t felt anything in so long.
“We can’t, we’re going to be late for the dinner. My family has been non stop talking about this.”
I cross my arms over my chest, tucking my hands underneath them. “O—okay. Let me just get more lipstick from Gemma’s room.”
I slowly walk across the hall to talk to Gemma. I know the topic may be strange for her, I can’t hold in my feelings anymore. If I don’t let out what I have to, I’ll drive myself to insanity. I can’t handle it anymore.
I walk into her room hesitantly, only to find her straightening her hair, the smell of nail polish fusing the room.
“Hey, Gemma, can I ask you something?” I mumble, my lips coming together into a straight line.
Gemma places her curling iron down on her dresser, brushing out the last few pieces before turning her full attention towards me.
“What’s up, Y/n?”
I let out a shaky breath, blinking softly a few times before building up the bravery to ask her.
“Does Harry ever talk about me, to anybody? Does he say anything about me to you guys?”
Gemma gasps, looking around her as if the question were appalling. She walks up to me to grab my hands, her eyes reassuring me.
“Are you kidding? You’re all he talks about. Every hour he’ll say something related to you. I’m telling you, we hear your name nearly ten times a day.”
I give her a small smile, but it wasn’t my main concern. I’m scared to address the issue, because I feel like once I admit it, I can’t blame anybody but me. Like I am the one who discourages him to make love to me, like there’s a problem I have that he’s trying to avoid.
“Why, hun? What’s going on with you?”
I squeeze her hands, trying desperately to not sound unappreciative of all the other things he does for me. It’s just killing me, destroying my self esteem, I’m at my breaking point.
“He won’t have sex with me.”
Gemma’s jaw drops, eyes wide and gleaming with shock. I don’t think she had expected it, simply because we have been together for so long, and we are both old enough to have such an intimate experience.
“You guys—you guys haven’t slept together yet?”
I shake my head, frowning at her question.
“Gem, no matter how hard I try, he won’t budge. We haven’t even done foreplay, he hasn’t even gone past my shoulders. I’ve tried so many times to make love to him, but he doesn’t—he just doesn’t do anything. I mean, is it me? Is there something wrong with me?”
I look down at my hands, my tears and cries unpreventable.
“Darling, no. Absolutely not. You’re beautiful. Look at you.”
She brings her hand up to place hair behind my ear, smiling at me as she does so.
“Just talk to him, yeah? There might be something on his mind.”
I nod, wiping the tears away from under my eyes. I give her a small smile, wiping off any makeup that could have possibly smudged before I make my way back to Harry.
He smiles when he sees me, kissing my softly. His touch is intoxicating, and, God, how i want to kiss him on every inch of his skin. My love, my handsome love, maybe tonight will be our night.
Dinner was beautiful. Everything was so elegant. Even the aroma was something I’ve never experienced before. And being with Harry’s family was nothing but welcoming. I am so comfortable around them, everything they do is done with such kindness.
“I had a wonderful time, Harry.” I smile, beaming at the events that just unfolded.
“You, my angel,” Harry whispers, “look breathtaking tonight. I couldn’t stop looking at you.”
I smile, pressing a soft kiss on his lips. He deepens the kiss, gripping onto my hips, his hands wandering to the zipper of my dress. I sigh contently, my lips wrapping around his, our tongues dancing against each others. His fingers fiddle with the zipper before my dress pools at my ankles, which I immediately step out of.
This feels different. It feels like it’s actually going somewhere. I feel him giving me something passionate, something with meaning and love. I’ve been waiting for this moment since I met him, since I knew he was the one for me. And now that it’s happening, I can’t get enough. I’m so needy of him, and there’s no reason to deny that.
I slip his suit jacket off of his shoulders, my fingers urgently opening up the buttons of his shirt. `I kiss the new exposed skin, the tips of my nails lightly scratching down his sides.
He grips my head in his hands, lifting me up so that he can kiss me again.
“Alright, angel, off to bed.”
My mouth drops open, my entire body halting once the words escape his lips. He turns around to undress the rest of him, slipping on a pair of sweatpants. His muscles flex as he ties his hair up, continuing on as if nothing had just happened.
“Is there something wrong with me, Harry?” I whisper.
Harry turns to look at me, his eyes immediately gleaming with sympathy. Grabbing my hands as softly as he can, he leans in to quickly kiss my forehead.
“Baby, why would you ask me that?”
I look down, choking out soft cries as I try to make myself sound less greedy than I seem.
“Because you won’t sleep with me!” I shout. “I try almost every night to make love to you and I—I don’t get anything from you. I spent so much time tonight to try and get you to do something. It’s tearing me down, Harry. It’s tearing me down so much. This can’t work if you aren’t attracted to me.”
He looks dumbfounded, completely in shock when I’m done with what I said. He looks scared in a way, guilty, almost saddened by the words I spoke. He stutters, his hands losing a grip on mine to push his hair back, almost out of nervousness.
“Why don’t you show me you love me?” I sob.
He swallows harshly, his sentence gone unfinished. His eyes show desperation, plea, but it’s clear that whatever he had to say was nothing I want to hear.
I drop his hands from mine, nodding understandingly. It’s clear I’m nothing he wants, nothing he needs. I’m far from his expectations, it makes me wonder why he held on for so long.
“O—okay.” I mumble. “I get it.”
I wipe the tears from my face. I can’t believe this is happening here, at this time, in this place, but it is, and I have to pretend I’m okay for at least another day. I turn away from him, almost turning to look back, just to see if he’d fight for me.
“Wait, Y/n, please.” Harry begs, his voice unsteady.
I stop my movements, waiting for him to say more, but I refuse to look at him. I can feel him coming closer to me, his radiancy filling my lungs. His fingertips graze my shoulder slightly, almost as if he’s contemplating to completely reach for me.
I suck in a breath, letting his soft touch invade me.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers before his touch leaves me.
Warnings - polyamorous relationships, swearing, smut, virgin sex??, sorry i like using the word cunt
Summary - Love is a powerful thing. Let it settle under your skin and in your bones. Let it live, let it breathe. Do not beat it down and know that your love doesn’t reach one person, but everyone around you.
Hoseok is a calm lover, always has, probably always will be.
He enjoys the classic things, such as opening the car door, paying for dinner,
going to movies, celebrating anniversaries with flowers and chocolates and
giving you territorial hickies before you go out and brace the public.
At the age of 17, you had already known Hoseok for 12 years,
awkward dates turning into afternoons comfortably spent binging shows together
and driving to the corner store when there was no ice cream or snacks left. But
he wanted more. He had always wanted a little bit more than you had offered
It was expected that the two of you would, in the future,
have sex and then possibly “produce” children. But you were nervous. What if
you messed up? What if Hoseok didn’t like sleeping with you?
You could barely give him a handjob without his assistance at the time.
Summary: Negan found you being viciously used by your previous group so he dealt out some justified viciousness of his own saving your life. He’s the only person you talk to and trust, he’s your best friend, but after 2 years you’ve come to realize you’ve fallen maddeningly in love with your savior.
Notes: not much plot here I was feeling pretty down and decided to cheer myself up with this fluffy smut exercise lol
It was raining cats and dogs outside as you and Negan sat in his room, he was bouncing a red ball against the wall in boredom. Leaning back in his chair he let out a deep sigh stretching his long legs out in front of him making his leather jacket squeak in protest.
Catching the ball off the wall he rolled his head to look at you, you were sitting in the chair in front of his desk reading a National Geographic magazine.
He smirked bouncing the ball off his desk so that it sailed over your magazine into your lap. You jumped snatching up the red object before smiling “can I help you?”
He chuckled opening his hands as you tossed the ball back to him. “I’m fucking bored, talk to me” you laughed sitting up straighter in your chair to scoot closer to his desk.
“ok, what'cha wanna talk about?”
He shrugged “fuck if I fucking know just…” he gestured to you “read me something” he groaned spinning his chair around before once again facing you scrubbing his hands across his face.
You giggled scanning the open page of the magazine “oh here we go” you gave him a mischievous smile “did you know some species of bee’s ejaculations are so powerful there actually audible and can cause death?”
Negan’s eyebrows raised as he leaned forward to toss the ball to you which you caught with one hand.
He leaned back “fuck, good thing I’m not a fucking bee right?” he laughed. You blushed tossing the ball back to him before lifting the magazine to cover your face.
He smiled at your reaction, bouncing the ball off the wall next to him a couple more times before getting to his feet.
“Ya hungry beautiful?”
Your blush only intensified as he moved behind you toward the door, glancing back at him you smiled “uh…yeah if you are” he chuckled “alright, alright” he opened the door disappearing down the hall.
You let out a deep breath, Negan was your best friend. He saved your life, he was kind, funny, obnoxious…sure he was a vicious protector but that was just another thing you loved about him.
That was something you had resigned yourself to never feel again, but you couldn’t keep ignoring the feelings you had developed for your savior.
You owed him everything and he had asked nothing from you in return, at first you found it odd that he didn’t demand you at least work for points…but in the end you decided that maybe he needed the company as much as you did.
Sure he had his many wives but the relationship you had was different.
After what happened with your last group you had felt broken, but Negan led you through the darkness back to the light. Everyday he visited you in the infirmary, everyday he would bring you food and somehow convince you to eat it. His brash personality, crude humor and vulgar language soon became the only things that made you smile.
He was everything to you.
But being intimate with people still terrified you, it felt like a cinder block had been tied to your ankles. But with Negan it was different, you yearned for his presence…he was the only thing that made you feel safe.
The door swung open smacking against the wall causing you to jump dropping the magazine to the floor. Negan grimaced “fuck, sorry” his large frame stalked into the room tossing a couple bags of chips on his desk, he placed two bottles of water in front of you before making his way back to his chair.
You gave him a soft smile, maybe he could help.
He always helped
You cleared your throat getting his attention as he attempted to tear open the bag with his teeth. You giggled as he kept the bag in his mouth raising his eyebrows at you expectantly.
You ran a hand through your hair “uh…could…Negan am I pretty?” you sighed.
He snorted dropping the bag in his hands focusing on it as he smiled “what the fuck kind of question is that?…you’re fucking gorgeous don’t ever let anyone tell you fucking otherwise”. You smiled “not as pretty as your wives though right?”
He looked up at you with a frown “what’s with the fucking questions Y/N?” you instantly shrunk in your seat dropping your eyes to the floor shaking your head “nothing…it’s…I’m being stupid, sorry”.
He continued to stare at you before he got back to his feet.
You scooted away from him as he made his way to you crouching down to pluck your magazine off the floor, offering it to you with a smile.
“What’s fuckin eatin ya Y/N…you had a goal with the fucking questions I assume, so….? He made a rolling gesture with his large hand.
You sighed “well…I was wondering…could I…could I try something?” he looked confused “uh yeah sure”
He cocked an eyebrow at you with a smirk “something fuckin frisky?” you attempted to swallow the lump in your throat.
His eyes widened at your silence “oh…no shit?” he looked beyond shocked even a little worried.
You shifted uncomfortably as he stood up “look you know I’m just fucking around right? I don’t fucking mean to push you into something your not fucking comfortable with”.
You rubbed your shoulders nervously “I know Negan…I trust you, and you know how I am with people…” he rubbed his jaw “what exactly are we fucking talking about here?”
You rolled your lips getting to your feet “can I just…uh…I don’t know touch you?” he shrugged “uh yeah…if your fucking cool with it” he gestured to his body finally letting his signature smile grace his lips “fucking have at it”.
Suddenly this seemed like a really bad idea “uh I…” he smiled turning back to his desk, gathering up your courage you quickly grabbed his hand his eyes darting down at your hands curiously
“you don’t have to fucking do anything”
you nodded “I know”.
He smiled as you moved closer wrapping your arms cautiously around his leather clad torso. A deep purr rumbling up through his chest “that’s not so fucking bad” you smiled rubbing his lower back, he was right…this wasn’t bad…this was actually wonderful.
Negan chose to keep his hands to himself which you found incredibly thoughtful. He didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, this was your decision and your choice on how far you wanted to take it.
Slowly, your fingers ran up his jacket gripping the zipper before pulling it down to reveal his white t-shirt.
Negan chuckled “hey now, don’t be fucking taking advantage of me here” he leaned back to look at your deep flush. His nose rubbing your forehead slightly as you felt his smile against your skin.
Rubbing your hands up and down his sides he chuckled making you both laugh.
Taking a chance you let your arms snake inside the leather wrapping around his warm body. Negan watched you nuzzle against him “wanna move to the fucking couch or something since we’re fucking cuddling” he grinned.
You nodded pulling back “thank you Negan” he looked confused “it’s no fucking problem Y/N, I’ve been asked to do some fucking weird ass shit but this sure as fuck ain’t one of em”.
You giggled “your sweet” he gave you a weird look “honey I’ve been fucking called a lot of things, but fucking sweet isn’t one of em”.
Shaking your head you cupped his smooth cheeks “your sweet”, he smiled “if you fucking say so” you gave him a teasing wink “I do”.
Growling playfully he lifted you in his arms bridal style before plopping himself on the couch with you in his lap. You squeaked clutching his jacket tightly as you squeezed your eyes shut until once again you were still.
Cracking your eyes open you were met with Negan’s goofy smile as he waggled his eyebrows at you “ya fucking ok?” you smiled ducking your head to hide your blush against his broad chest. He kissed the crown of your head with a chuckle as he shifted himself so he was more comfortable.
Your hands slid down his chest before rubbing back up to his shoulders, it felt nice…just touching him. Looking up at his face you were surprised to see his eyes closed.
Perhaps he was enjoying this as well.
Pursing your lips you gathered every ounce of courage you could muster before leaning up to press your lips to his.
Negan flinched in surprise, his eyes drifting open for a moment to meet yours before falling back closed as you coaxed his lips open running your tongue against his. He moved his head forward, his jaws working as your kiss became heated. The sound of his hands gripping the leather couch in restraint made you smile.
Getting lost in the overwhelming sensation of finally connecting with someone you gently twisted yourself around to straddle his lap. Negan let out a rough noise in his throat turning his head to rest against your shoulder “fuck Y/N I’m trying to be a fuckin gentleman here…but your uh” he chuckled “making it really fucking hard”.
You giggled running your hands through his ink black hair “sorry”. He wrinkled his nose “don’t fucking apologize”
You smiled leaning back down to kiss his neck making him shiver, his body slumping back on the couch. Running your nimble fingers down his firm arms you laced your fingers with his your lips traveling back to his.
Pulling away you gazed into his dark eyes, your pulse was pounding, your breathing ragged.
Your eyes drifted to wear your bodies pressed together, you wanted desperately to take the next step…but you were afraid.
Negan leaned his head back, his chest heaving as he tried to calm himself down. His reactions were doing something to you…something you weren’t sure you wanted to stop.
Choosing to let your body make the decision, you ran the hand not clasped with Negan’s up his chest to rest at the base of his throat. Taking a deep breath you gently moved your hips against his, his eyes snapped open a deep groan bursting from his lungs.
“Fuck, fucking shit Y/N what the fuck you doin?”
You stilled your movements afraid that you had truly taken advantage of your friend, “I uh…i’m sorry” you scrambled off his lap his hand snatching your wrist before you could retreat. “Hey its fucking fine gorgeous, it’s just…” he sighed “I don’t want you to fucking think you have to fucking take this any fucking further ok”.
You gave him a soft smile “that’s why I want to try Negan, you’re the only one who makes me feel safe”. He looked shocked but nodded pulling on your wrist slightly as you climbed back onto his lap, his large hands wrapping around your hips.
His gentle smile had your stomach doing flips.
“Have at me gorgeous” he chuckled, you smiled grasping the lapels of his jacket. Crashing your lips against his you rolled your hips making him give a muffled moan in response. The feel of his hardened body beneath you had you mewling, your body was trembling as he growled against your skin.
“That’s it, fucking give to me baby” He purred the sound of his deep voice made you keen loudly as he began grinding against you. You could feel his fingers digging into your skin but you understood the desperation…you felt it to.
Sitting up so that you could grind down on him harder Negan began grunting roughly in your ear. Your moans mixing with his in a sensual symphony as your ecstasy grew closer to its peak. He arched up beneath you when you bit at his thick neck, his mouth open in a silent moan.
Swinging your head back in pleasure you fisted his shirt in the center of his chest.
“Oh god Negan” you sighed, he groaned roughly leaning forward to mouth at your clothed breasts. You squeaked clutching at his hair as you felt the pressure in your stomach grow with every pump of his hips. He was purring against you as you slowed your movements, you were so close it hurt.
“Come on baby, you can do it” he breathed rolling his stiff erection against your core as his hands slid to your inner thighs. You squealed as he began kneading your sensitive flesh causing you to move against him harder. He cried out grabbing your hips to slow you down, chuckling at his wrecked appearance you caressed his face rocking against him before your body exploded.
Screaming out his name you fell back against his thighs as he grabbed your hips continuing to rock against you as he gave a pained groan arching against the leather as he released within his pants. Running his hands up your stomach he gripped your neck pulling you back to his lips grunting against you as you shifted against him.
His smile was lazy as he pressed his forehead firmly against yours cradling your soft face in his rough hands “you ok?” he rasped.
You giggled running your hands through his hair “better than ok…thank you Negan”.
He chuckled “glad I could help gorgeous”
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Imagine Hanzo's S/O telling him she's pregnant. He ends up slipping back into Japanese, crying and asking if she really is. After ten minutes of them together he runs out the room screaming for Genji. Not only have they finally come to terms with the past, but the brothers are inseparable. Japanese screaming and sobs fill between as he exclaims he going to be a father. Then happiness for all and in 9 months, a health girl; Amarante, the flower that never fades; the love that never fades.
Your face burns as you stumble over the Japanese words clumsily, your hands folded nervously over you lower stomach, eyes darting from the floor to Hanzo’s wide eyes and back. Maybe surprising the man wasn’t the greatest idea but you couldn’t hold the news in anymore. For the past few weeks you had been feeling a bit off; a small tinge of nausea, tender breasts and running to the bathroom every few moments. Concerned, you had visiting Mercy, expecting some kind of persistent bug or some illness but upon a scan it was found that you were six weeks pregnant. You had screamed in excitement, grabbing the doctor’s hand and jumping up and down before rushing from the med bay to your apartment with the man. He was just stepping out of the bathroom; his black hair still wet and clinging to his side shave, sweats low on his hips and towel hung loosely around his neck. The words had tumbled from your lips without warning, your anticipation too high to give you pause.
A trembling happy smile rested on your lips, biting down hard on your bottom lip to stop the shakiness that threatened to overtake your expression. You chanced another glance up at Hanzo, your hands gripping at your shirt tight as you saw the glassiness of his eyes. Tears began to form in your eyes as a tight knot in your throat stole your breath away, Hanzo’s hands shaking as he reached out to grab you.
“Hontō ni”, he asked breathlessly as he wrapped his arms around your waist, his eyes searching yours as he began to squeeze you tightly, still mindful of your stomach.
Your hands pulled away from your stomach and freeing themselves from between your two bodies, arms wrapping about his shoulders as you nodded your head vigorously. Your eyes slipped closed briefly as tears rolled down your cheeks, a wide grin splitting across your face. He gave a sharp bark of laughter, leaning forward and pressing a hard, unabashed kiss against your lips. You laughed against his lips as his forehead pressed into yours, the man gingerly lifting your off of the ground and spinning you on his heel.
It had taken time to convince the archer of his humanity, of the fact that he deserved not only you but a family. He rebuked it harshly initially, stating that his sins were too many, his burdens and enemies too heavy and dangerous to warrant such a slice of happiness. It hadn’t been a fight that you had won overnight; your words constant and resolute, Genji’s own forgiveness and pestering slowly easing Hanzo into the mindset he had finally earned in his life. Ease and elation worked away the pain and darkness that had festered in his heart, each day taking the man towards a more at peace state of mind. You had watched as the stitch in his brow slowly gave away to a more relaxed expression, more laughs filling your homes then quiet sniffs or scoffs.
Tears rolled unabashedly down both of your cheeks as Hanzo finally set you back down on the ground, slowly slipping to his knees as you stood on your own two feet. He pressed his forehead against your t-shirt covered stomach, no bump there yet but it was enough for the man. He pressed a hard kiss against your abdomen, whispering something soft and sweet that you couldn’t quite make out but the tenderness of the tone was telling enough. He turned his face to the side slightly, cheek pressing against your stomach, the warmth of his face bleeding into your skin, his tears dampening your shirt. Your hands carded through his damp hair, a watery laugh leaving your lips as he twisted your head to kiss at your wrists. The two of you stayed in one another’s embrace for several more minutes before Hanzo made a surprised gasp, making you jump as your gaze dropped to the top of his head.
“Genji”, he gasped loudly, scrambling up from the floor and off of his knees, hands grabbing at yours. His eyes were wide and excited, a lingering of apprehension behind his gaze as he waited for your approval, your say so. “Is it–?”
“Of course”, you said, nodding your head aggressively as you squeezed his hands tightly and grinned wide.
It was atypical to announce ones pregnancy so early along, simply because of all the complications that could occur that could change the news. But you couldn’t imagine asking Hanzo to keep something like this from his brother, especially since they had become so close. He and Genji had returned to the relationship they had when they were young; occasional meditations turning to daily sessions with one another, sparring filled with playful jabs and meals cooked and eaten at one another’s side. While his demons still occasionally reared their head, he knew he had a support system to rely on to chase them away. And with this news…
“Let’s go tell them!”
Hanzo doesn’t register that he is still shirtless and without shoes as the apartment door slides open, the man carefully leading you towards his brother’s shared suite. It had become obvious within the first week after their recruitment that the Omnic and self-proclaimed ninja cyborg were an item; the lingering stares, the soft, affectionate hand grazes and the fact that their meditation sessions seemed a bit more intimate than average. Hanzo had been apprehensive at the start, not because of any prejudice towards Omnics but rather the reputation that preceded both men. Zenyatta was the paragon of his former order, the Shambali, and the brother he remembered while deeply amiable, was promiscuous. It took Hanzo time to learn just how much had changed in his brother and how much had surprisingly stayed the same, but in times he was more than happy for the loving couple.
Hanzo banged on the outside of his brother’s door, your hand squeezed excitedly in his free one, the man alternating between knocking and ringing the small doorbell that was attached in the door’s touchpad. It took several moments and a muffled yelled reply before the door slid open, Genji fortunately without his facemask and looking fairly agitated. The stitch of annoyance in his brow fell before it was replaced by worry as he looked at the frenzied, half dressed state of his brother.
“May we come in”, Hanzo asked, his words quick and almost childlike, an uncontained excitement that Genji hadn’t seen in years apparent. Dumbfounded, Genji nodded his head before taking a half step to the side and half waving at you to follow in as well. As the door slid shut behind the two of you, Genji took a half step in, still standing by the doorway as he looked the two of you over.
“Is everything alright”, Genji questioned, stepping closer to Hanzo, placing his hand lightly on his brother’s shoulder. Hanzo was practically buzzing, the dragons celebrating the blessed addition to the Shimada clan.
“Why hello Y/N, Hanzo”, Zenyatta warmly hummed as he moved towards the both of you, head tilting to the side curiously. “Why, I sense much excitement in the room.”
“Y/N is pregnant”, Hanzo blurted out with a wide smile, eyes glancing back at you tenderly before looking back to Genji. “I-I am going to be a father! And you’re going to be uncles!”
Hanzo’s eyes were bright, his brown eyes practically shining as he grinned, squeezing your hand tightly as he watched his brother’s face. Genji’s jaw dropped, eyes round before a wide grin split across both of their faces, a shout of elation escaping his mouth. Surging forward, Genji wrapped his arms first around Hanzo then around you, slapping his older sibling hard on the back before mussing your hair playfully. You laughed good naturedly, letting Hanzo’s hand go as the two brother’s began to talk rapidly, Genji manhandling his brother lovingly.
“Oh how wonderful”, Zenyatta hummed, gently placing a hand on your back and ‘smiling’ at you. You gave the omnic a half hug, giggling excitedly yourself before he moved away. “I am going to put on some tea. This is time for celebration!”
“Please allow me to–oomf!”
You gave a surprised squeak as you suddenly felt two warm headbutts to your legs, looking down to see Ame and Yuuki circling around your legs. The two blue dragons were in their smaller, nonlethal form, standing no larger than a golden retriever and literally glowing with pride. They moved upwards, nuzzling at your legs and side and stomach, poking at your hands and demanding acknowledgment in their congratulations. You kneeled down briefly, laughing as both of the dragons nuzzled you giddily, Hanzo shooing them away briefly before helping you stand once more and squeezing you tight. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, a quiet thank you breathed against your scalp. Excitement, fear, apprehension, and anticipation rolled through your body endlessly but you knew with your family and friends at your side you’d have nothing to fear.
“Ama-tan”, Hanzo cooed softly to the baby girl, her dark eyes opening to look at her father, opening and closing her mouth with quiet babbled responses.
Her mouth only opened wider as Hanzo’s hand gently stroked her cheek, the child partially nuzzling it before a large yawn forced her eyes closed. Chuckling softly you bounced the baby girl in your arms, the child’s eyes shut as her mouth opened and closed in half asleep yawns. Dipping your head down you placed a gentle kiss to the top of Amarante’s forehead; the culmination of your and Hanzo’s love for one another. But she meant so much more to you than that, both of your hearts full to bursting with love and adoration for her. Between her parents and uncles and aunts and ‘grandparents’, there would be no lack of love for this girl and there wouldn’t be a day in her life she would be unsafe.
Hey ! May I give you a suggestion for a prompt? What about Sidon coming to ask for his night kiss because he haven't received yet ? (Like he has to work late and his s/o go to sleep without him)
(This was good, I like doing ones from Sidon’s pov~
Hopefully this also makes up for that sad one from earlier~ Enjoy!~)
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Work. Work. Work. Work.
The Zora Prince let out a tired sigh as he pushed
away from his desk; his head aching due to all the numbers and words now racing
through it. He had been sitting here for what felt like days reading page after
page of page and he was beginning to feel the strain put on his eyes.
A quick glance out the large glass windows behind him
and confirming his suspicions. The sky had turned dark, the twinkling of the
stars letting the Prince know just how long he had been working and how much of
the day he had missed. Sidon stretched his arms up feeling his stiff muscles
tense and then relax again when he let them fall back to the arms of his chair
with another sigh.
Speaking of things he had missed due to his work,
the Prince was reminded that he had not seen you since this afternoon over
lunch. A smile crept onto the Zora’s lips remembering how you had entered the
office carrying a tray with his lunch in your hands. You had smiled at him when
you approached and bowed your head like one of the servants after setting the
tray down in front of him. “Your lunch, my highness,” you said which made him
You were always doing things like that: popping in
for visits whenever he is too busy to come to you. Bringing him food when he
misses meals, letting him know about everything going on outside of his study,
or just coming in to talk and give him a break whenever it looked like he
needed one. Something he often forgot to do when he was too caught up in
parchment, quills, and ink.
Sidon smiled reflecting on how you were always very
adamant about him taking breaks to clear his head and draw his attention away
from papers and back on you. Regardless of how small you were compared to him,
you would always find a way to steal him away for loving words and a few
Sidon frowned as he turned back to the desk his
resolve to get through all of his files completely diminished; his head was
swarmed with new thoughts, thoughts of you. Along with those thoughts came new
feelings of regret and longing. He wanted to see you though he knew that you
were most likely sleeping by now. Perhaps he could just stop by for one of his
own little visit.
With that idea in mind the Zora Prince stood up
from the desk to make his way to the bedroom where you lay and he could already
feel his tail swaying in anticipation. Sidon tried to keep his movements slow
and quiet as he gripped the door knob and began turning it. He pushed it open just
enough for him to peek through the gap.
Just as he thought, you were already fast asleep or
at the very least you were laying down under the covers just waiting for him to
join you. He could not really tell; the blankets wrapped around your body were
obscuring his view of your face. Gently biting his lip, the Zora figured that
he could get a little closer just enough to see whether you were sleeping.
Carefully, Sidon pushed the door open wide enough
for him to slip through doing his best not to make too much noise while
creeping toward the side just in case you actually were asleep. When he finally
reached the bed, he kneeled where your face was noticing how it was partially
cloaked by cloth hiding it from his curious eyes.
With a nervous smile Sidon
pinched the blanket and then began to gradually peel it back inch by inch
unable to stop himself. He had already come this far might as well just get it
over with and… he really wanted to see you.
With the blanket finally out of his way Sidon
breathed a sigh of relief and delight seeing your beautiful face and he was
even happier to see that you were indeed fast asleep. The sight of you was
endearing enough but that peaceful expression combined with how precious you
looked encompassed in the soft blanket and bed sheets you were certainly a
sight to behold for his sore eyes.
Your smooth skin, your hair tussled lightly from
rolling around in the free space of the bed, your lips… so soft and so
inviting. Sidon felt like he could just stare at you for hours; it was almost
therapeutic and all his previous worries melted away at the sight before him.
Then your eyes opened.
“Sidon…?” Your tired voice murmured and the Zora in
question blushed with a sheepish smile knowing that he had been caught.
“Ah sorry, my beloved, but I was just sitting in my
study trying my best to focus on work when I suddenly found my head buzzing
with thoughts of you,” he confessed glancing elsewhere in the room before his
eyes settled on you again. “But I think I have overstayed my welcome now, my
apologies for disturbing you.”
Before Sidon could stand up to take his leave, he
felt something take hold of his hand and he looked down to see that your hand
had reached out from under the covers and was now gently gripping his wrist (or
as much as your smaller hand could grab). His eyes raise up to your face and he
notices that you have a lazy smile spread on your lips as you gaze up at him.
“If you want something, you can just ask Sidon.”
Goddesses, you could read him like an open book.
Sidon blushed lightly and chuckled sheepishly
knowing that once again you had caught him. “Well, if it is not too much
trouble… could I kiss you?”
You smile and Sidon could swear that his heart
melted in that moment but then you lightly pulled his hand and he snapped out
of his daze with a soft chuckle before he leaned close. His free hand reached
up to gently cup your face and hold you close as he pressed his lips against
your own smiling a little against the soft lips he had been absolutely mesmerized
by realizing that they felt just as heavenly.
The kiss lasted for longer than Sidon had
anticipated but he didn’t care and you didn’t seem to mind either. However,
when he felt your tongue reach out to tease his bottom lip he knew he had to
pull away or he would never be able to bring himself to leave you. So, he
pulled back but you did not complain, in fact, you seemed to be grinning rather
proud of yourself and this only made the Prince chuckle knowing that you had
done it on purpose.
“Cheeky little minnow,” he remarked and you curled
up in the blankets looking up at him smiling innocently. Sidon leaned in to plant
one last soft kiss to your temples before standing up. “Unfortunately, I must
return to my study but I will return shortly.”
Sidon felt refreshed, ready to work, and eager to get back to you as soon as possible.