he's sizing you up

anonymous asked:

How do you think the bros would react to overhearing someone objectifying their S/O?

Gladio:

  • Oh no.
  • No no.
  • He did not just hear that!
  • “What did you just about ‘em?”
  • He’ll size them up and that is very easy.
  • He’ll have the person cowering and stumbling apologies out before they piss themselves.

Ignis:

  • Ignis Scientia is a calm man and a patient man.
  • But all of that gets thrown out of the window the second he hears objectifying words about you.
  • “Pardon me, but what did you say about them?” he’ll snap.
  • He may not `look like much, but just the amount of emotion that is radiating off of him is enough to make any man shiver, even Gladio.
  • He will demand a verbal and written apology to you.
  • And after all of that is sorted out, he will make sure you are never bothered by that person ever again.

Noctis:

  • He knows what he just heard.
  • And boy oh boy, he doesn’t like it one bit.
  • He won’t cause a massive scene, but he won’t hesitate to get in their face and start arguing with them.
  • “What did they ever do to you?!”
  • He’s fucking pissed, and it shows.
  • He’ll have the guy backing up from him slowly until he has nowhere left to go and will demand an apology for you.

Prompto:

  • He has to do a double take.
  • Did that person really just say that?
  • About you of all people?
  • Oh, they fucking did.
  • “Um, excuse me. What did you say about them?” he would growl.
  • But the problem with Prompto is that he won’t come off threatening.
  • So in come his brothers from other mothers to help him.
  • And soon, apologies started flowing like wine.
who you should fight from dream daddy
  • craig: he would absolutely demolish you, laugh about it, and then give you tips on how to up your muscle mass. overall a worthwhile bonding experience. fight craig.
  • river: she is a fucking baby. also craig would not hesitate to snap your neck. dont fight river.
  • brair and hazel: not only are they crafty as hell, they also have a mean softball swing. if you catch them without their bats youll win, but only long enough for craig to kill you in retaliation. dont fight brair and hazel.
  • damien: you could, and you'd probably win since his soft fragile goth skin has likely never seen the light of day. but why? he's already insecure. don't do it. the only fighting you should do including damien is against his insecurities
  • lucien: motherfucker straight up tried to recreate the cask of amontillado with his classmate. his gangly weak appearances are a clever ruse. he will kill you and do it inspired by edgar allan poe. dont fight lucien.
  • mat: the man can barely speak to someone normally, he wont even know how to accept your fight proposal. all youre doing is making yourself look like a dick, while giving him an anxiety attack. dont fight mat.
  • carmensita: seriously? shes like twelve. dont fight carmensita.
  • pablo: hes just trying to make a living man. not to mention how worried his mother will be about him. dont fight pablo.
  • brian: hed just laugh and accept. probably overpower you and be annoyingly humble about it. buys you a drink after. very damaging to your pride. dont fight brian.
  • daisy: she is TEN. dont fight daisy.
  • hugo: did you see his moves in his route? motherfucker will go hulkamania on you. what he lacks in size he makes up for in the pure disregard for his health that only an overworked teacher can have. don't fight hugo.
  • ernest: what the fuck is with you and fighting kids? dont fight ernest.
  • joseph: you could, but considering the likelihood he's secretly in a cult with his four, maybe three, children, id strongly advise against it. dont fight jospeh.
  • mary: she would stab you with her razor sharp nails. even if you managed to get her off guard, robert would kill you in revenge. dont fight mary.
  • chris, christie, christian, chrish: THEY ARE CHILDREN. DO NOT FIGHT CHILDREN.
  • robert: if you stood strong through his made up rules you might have a chance. he may also stab you. mary is undoubtedly waiting in the wings to finish you off. dont fight robert.
  • val: she may not win the fight, but shell ruin your reputation. by the time shes done with you not even the mailman will want to go to your house because he doesnt want to be associated with you. dont fight val.
  • amanda: what the fuck is wrong with you? im revoking your dad license. dont talk to me or my daughter ever again. get out of my house.
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Harvey Dent on Gotham Tonight (TDK Special Features)

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Tied Up

Prompt: “It’s Sam.”
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word count: 534
Warnings: Dom!Sam, Sub!Reader, smut, light bondage, edging, orgasm denial


You moaned out, looking back over your shoulder at Sam. He always was riled up after a hunt. You tugged at the tie that bound your wrists to the headboard when you felt his fingers curl inside of you, knowing exactly where to press to make you squirm. He’s kept you on the verge of cumming for a good thirty minutes’ now. You hated that you loved being edged for so long. You hated the wait, but knowing how good it’d be when you came was worth waiting for.

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The Tenth Floor pt 1

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst

Warnings: Strong language at times


You certainly looked the part. Dress slacks, light-blue blouse, a blazer with the sleeves rolled up once. You were even wearing heels, much to your distaste. You had bought your slacks at a consignment store cheap, and they fit other than the length. You planned to either have them hemmed or buy new ones as soon as you got your first pay check, but for now you would have to survive without practical shoes.

The elevator you were standing in was basically a box of mirrors, and everywhere you looked you saw yourself. It was a little disconcerting, so you tried to focus on your phone. You felt the elevator stop, and you glanced up at the numbers on the wall. You were only on the fifth floor, so you guessed someone else must be going up as well.

You were right, and watched as two young men stepped into the elevator with you. The taller of the two gave you a smile as the other almost pressed the button for the tenth floor, noticed it was already lit up, and dropped his hand.

“You must be the new secretary.” He commented, and you raised your eyebrows.

“Yeah, how did you—“

“We know everyone on the tenth floor.” The taller man replied. “My name’s Seokjin, by the way.” He held out his hand for you to shake.

“Nice to meet you.” You said, giving them both a smile. “I look forward to getting to know you both.”

“Don’t count on it.” The second man snorted.

Seokjin shot the other man a look, and hit his arm lightly. “Jimin, don’t scare the girl off on her first day.” Jimin shrugged, unperturbed.

“What do you mean, ‘don’t count on it’?” You asked, and Jimin smiled.

“I mean, you won’t be around long enough to get to know us.” He looked over to Seokjin. “I’d give her a week, tops.”

Seokjin sighed. “Such a pessimist.” He chided before sizing you up. “She’ll last a month.”

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In Training Part 2 (NSFW)

Requested: Yes
Request: Pls more black canary apprentice and Damian Wayne? Maybe Damian takes her to her first Wayne charity ball and she like wows him in what she’s wearing and yadyadayada and since we’ve established that she’s a flirt, she just riles him up the entire time. And because he’s inheriting the Wayne company he has to be present and serious but as soon as he is able to step away, things get steamy. (Also I think black sparrow or just sparrow would be a cute super hero name)
Summary: Things get hot after Damian catches you flirting at a gala.
Word Count: 1387

Warnings: Smutty sex, hickies/lovebites, and very little actual plot… enjoy!

Dating Damian was surprisingly natural. He was a perfect gentleman. He took you out on a date at least once a week. He seemed to like physical contact, always stealing your hand or wrapping his arm around your waist whenever you were in close proximity. It made the days fly by until six months went out the window and the two of you were caught off guard by the paparazzi. The pictures of you were plastered all over Gotham’s tabloids, labeling you as Damian’s newest fling to the public.

“I suppose it is time for the public to know I’m unavailable,” Damian shrugged when you pointed them out to him. You felt your brows furrow together. “There’s a gala coming up this weekend, would you attend it with me?” he asked with that signature Wayne smirk that made you weak.

I would love to,” you smiled and wrapped your arms around him. Damian was an incredibly lover. He seemed to know exactly where and how to touch you. He never failed to turn you into a puddle in his bed.

You spent as much time as you could afford shopping for the perfect dress. Damian had insisted on paying, but that didn’t help you find the dress that you wanted. Between training and patrols, you couldn’t get away for long enough to try on more than two dresses at a time. You were beginning to lose hope. Then you found it. It was a little black dress. It hugged you so perfectly, it seemed it was made exactly for your body. It was low cut, revealing your cleavage, but it was in good taste.

The night of the gala, you donned the dress instead of your uniform. You fixed your hair into a flawless style that revealed your neck and made you look luxurious and sexy. Your makeup was perfect and you looked knock dead gorgeous. Damian was going to have a hard time keeping his hands off of you.

The ride to gala was thick with sexual tension as Damian spent the entire time looking you over with a hunger in his blue eyes. His jaw was tense as he struggled with whatever he wanted to say. You felt smug and confident that you could leave the Prince of Gotham in such as state.

As soon as you stepped out of the limo, cameras began flashing you. You put on the smile Damian had taught you. He draped his arm around your waist possessively and led you towards the front doors. You looked up at him, he was smiling and giving the crowd what they wanted. He looked stunning himself.

Inside the gala was in full swing. Everyone was mingling or dancing. Damian led you around gently and you just got to smile and look pretty while the high rollers questioned Damian about Wayne Enterprises. No one had any interest in the pretty face on the rich boy’s arm. After two hours, your face hurt from all the fake grinning . It wasn’t until a wealthy man and his son approached the group you were mingling with that anyone addressed you directly.

What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a boring place like this?” the son asked while his father began questioning Damian. You glanced at Damian to see his jaw flex, his hand around your waist tightened slightly. He had heard the stranger.

“Well, I think it just got interesting,” you smirked flirtatiously. You could tell from the look in his eyes that he was taking your bait.

I can think of a few things you might like,” he winked his dull brown eyes. You wanted to roll yours but you felt Damian’s arm tighten again. He was livid.

“Is that right?” you bit your lip playfully. Damian cleared his throat, pulling your gaze back up to him.

Excuse us,” he smiled to the group before practically dragging you to the nearest corridor. He pushed your back against the wall and pinned you there with his strong arms. You smirked up at him.

Is someone jealous?” you teased playfully. He smashed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. It left you breathless and lightheaded.

We’re leaving,” he ordered roughly after he pulled away. You raised a brow.

But what about image, oh, Prince of Gotham?” you questioned teasingly. He growled low in his throat.

I don’t give a damn,” he smirked predatorily before snatching another hot kiss that sent fire through your veins. He pulled away and quickly began leading you towards the door. His pace was brisk with his long legs and you practically had to jog to keep up.

The limo couldn’t get there fast enough. He ran his hands over your sides and kept you on the edge of combusting. He planted kisses on your knuckles and hands while the photographers watched like vultures. As soon as the car pulled around, he pulled open the back door and you climbed inside. As soon as he climbed in and slammed the door closed behind him, his mouth was back on yours.

The ride home consisted of an intense make out session that had your blood boiling. He left purple love marks on your neck and collarbone as he ran his hands through your hair, ruining your styling work. The ride didn’t last long at all before he was helping you out of the limo. He swept you off your feet and carried you up the front steps of Wayne manor.

He carried you all the way to his bedroom, were he set you on the grand king size bed. You looked up at him lustfully and licked your lips before pulling his mouth to meet yours. It was a mad gap to get rid of the clothing between you. You heard a rip and you knew sadly that the dress was history.

Very quickly the two of you were bare and he roughly entered you. You couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped your throat. Damian pounded into you with a brutal pace, quickly sending you screaming over the edge. He was relentless. As you called out his name and cursed, he nibbled your ear and sucked more hickies on your slender neck. The second orgasm had your whole body shaking with ecstasy.

Do you think anyone else could make you feel this good?” he whispered against the base of your throat. You shook your head, unable to find real words. “I’m the only one who can touch you like this,” he growled deeply as he continued his rough fucking. “You belong to me,” he said bluntly.

Yes!” you screamed as your body was sent hurtling over the edge for a third time. You cried out his name like a prayer and it didn’t take him long to finish. He laid next to you, curling his arms around you to pull you against his chest. Your body felt like pudding, but his touch felt like heaven.

I love you, (Y/N),” he sighed. You smiled and pushed yourself up to kiss him sweetly and gently.

I love you, Damian,” you replied. He smiled up at you, that genuine smile that melted your heart.

“Robin, come in,” a voice spoke up from the communicator in Damian’s nightstand drawer. He sighed before grabbing the thing.

Robin, here,” he answered.

We need you and Sparrow here in the Watchtower, asap,” Jon spoke clearly.

We’ll be there in ten minutes,” he answered and tossed the communicator aside.

You wasted no time digging out the spare uniform you kept in Damian’s room. You pulled it on and groaned as you saw the purple marks all over your neck, shoulders, and chest. There was no possible way to conceal the marks in the time you were given. You narrowed your eyes at Damian as he pulled on his Robin uniform. He noticed the purple marks and smirked proudly.

Now, no one will doubt that you are mine, beloved,” he told you cheekily. You looked back at your reflection and couldn’t help but stare at the marks. “Let’s go before they send Jon after us,” he chuckled and pulled you away from the mirror. You just hoped no one had the guts to mention the marks. You didn’t feel like beating the shit out of one of your teammates.    

You Are My Heaven Pt 1 (Steve Rogers Fic)

Characters: reader, Steve, Sam, Natasha, Tony (mentioned), Clint (mentioned) Maria Hill

Summary: Falling for a good man, who happened to be her training partner, was unavoidable. Does the reader have the courage to find out if he feels the same way? What if he doesn’t? Life rarely unfolds the way we hope it would. (Events take place after CATWS)

Warnings: lil fluff, lotta angst. Heartbreak. I’m sorry. 

Word Count: 2.8k

Song Inspiration: A Drop in the Ocean by Ron Pope

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A/N: This one hurt. Once again, I drew from my own personal experiences, so it took a lot out of me to write. I hope you enjoy it? Part 2 will be out in a few days, I promise! It’s already written and will be the last, with a possible epilogue. Please let me know your thoughts! Special thanks to @buckyywiththegoodhair for reading this over! You’re a darling! 

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Originally posted by rdytocmply

Stupid heart.

Stupid feelings.

Stupid brain for putting you in this situation.

Stupid gorgeous, muscled Super Soldier who just had to be working out right in front of you with his God-like physique and sweat glistening on his handsome brow.

At this point, you had no choice in the matter. You were too far gone. Resistance was futile.

“You know, you could just tell him,” muttered the red-headed former assassin beside you.

You scoffed, “Who? About what? I mean, I don’t…what’re you…”

Unimpressed by your less-than-convincing response, Natasha caught your eye and raised an eyebrow. She knew.

Huffing out a frustrated sigh, you conceded. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

A snort of laughter escaped you, “Why? Because he’s Steve Rogers! Captain Freaking America. It’s not gonna happen.”

She shrugged, “You never know unless you try.”

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Family Hunt // Jughead Jones

Summary: A hunt brings the Winchesters to Riverdale creating a temporary stay in the town where you become close with a diverse group. Yet the life creates a rift between a certain boy determinded to brand himself a weirdo and you. How can you being the daughter of Sam be with someone so normal…so non jaded by the family business.

Characters: Winchester!Reader x Jughead Jones, daughter!Reader x father!Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Archie Andrews, Veronica Lodge, and Betty Cooper

Words: 3963

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. I also do not own any gifs, images or songs that may appear in this.

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, self-doubt, hunting, monsters, fluff and angst.

Requested: No.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: This is something I’ve been working on for about two weeks and I hope you enjoy this!

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Originally posted by hunterchesters

Originally posted by daddybetty

The last name Winchester struck the fear into anyone aware of the supernatural world and it didn’t matter how long a Winchester had been hunting. The name put a target on your back and anyone you cared back usually ended up attacked or dead. You were the daughter of Sam Winchester and a long dead woman. Despite not wanting to place you in the hunting world, your uncle and father had trained you but you didn’t hunt until you were thirteen.

“How do you protect yourself against a ghost?” Dad asked as Uncle Dean drove down the highway.

“Rock salt shots or iron.” You stated looking out the window.

“Good. Do you remember the words to exorcise a demon?”

“Dad.” You said turning to see him, “I’ve been learning Latin since before I could crawl. I know all you’ve taught me. Uncle Dean taught me how to shoot while you taught me how to fight both supernatural and one.  supernatural.”

“I’m sorry baby.” Dad sighed, “I love you kid.”

“I know.”

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Imagine...

Originally posted by effy-west

you’re Kirk’s wife and is close to all the crew, especially Spock, Bones and Scotty. Jim is worried about your safety on the Enterprise so he gets an officer to teach you self-defence. However the officer has a grudge on Kirk and takes it out on the reader who has too much pride to admit what’s going on. So when the boys find out, they go into overprotective mode.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” Jim asked, holding your elbow as you stood outside the door to the gym. Jim had been worrying over you since you had first stepped foot onto the Enterprise.

“I’ll be fine. Now will you please get back to the bridge before this ship falls into disrepair” you teased, kissing his cheek and pushing him away. 

“Alright! Alright! I’m going! Comm me when you’ve finished” Jim chuckled, watching you go through into the gym before heading to the bridge. He did have work to do, no matter how much he’d be distracted until you came back. 

“Officer LaRue? I’m Ensign Kirk, the Captain said you would be able to teach me some self-defence classes” you introduced, walking up to the rather large officer. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit apprehensive about the class. He was so much bigger than you. 

“You’re the Captain’s wife?” he asked, running his eyes up and down you, sizing you up. It did nothing to help soothe the butterflies in your stomach. 

“Technically yes but I think you’re meant to call me Ensign” you corrected, bouncing on the balls of your feet. You always felt embarrassed when people found out your connection to Jim. No embarrassed was the wrong word, nervous. Yes that was it, nervous in case they thought you had gotten into the Enterprise because of your husband. When instead it was because of all your hard work. 

LaRue shrugged, beginning to get out some equipment. “I don’t care. We should get started. I expect you to work hard and keep up with me. I’m not going to go easy on you because you’re a girl” LaRue grumbled, as you bristled at that. It was fair though, you wanted to prove that you could handle being on the Enterprise. So if LaRue was your best chance, you would take it.


“So why aren’t you teaching her Captain?” Scotty asked, poking at his salad. Bones had put him on a diet, much to the irritation of the engineer. 

“Because the Captain would hate to see Ensign Kirk hurt” Spock replied, going through his data pad. 

“More like he’d get distracted too much” Bones scoffed, eating his sandwich with relish as he stared at a gaping Scotty. 

Jim rolled his eyes, glancing at his comm link in hope he had a message. “Shut up Bones! I just want to make sure Y/N is going to be okay on the ship. Especially as everyone knows that she’s my wife” Jim shrugged, putting him comm down a little bit too forcefully. 

“No one would harm Y/N Captain” Spock assured, typing away. 

“Hey!” You greeted, sitting beside Jim in the canteen. Honestly you were exhausted and you felt so sore. LaRue did not go easy on you at all, even considering that this was your first time. 

“Hey how was it?” Jim grinned, kissing your cheek as he wrapped an arm round you to bring you closer to him. 

You groaned, resting your head on his shoulder. “Good but I’m aching all over. Like in places I didn’t know should ever hurt” you grumbled, shaking your head. Honestly your arms ached, your legs were killing and you didn’t even want to know what was going on with your back. 

“Maybe you should have a medical” Bones suggested, reaching for his drink. 

“No thanks, Bones! I’m pretty sure I’m fine” you quickly cried, making Jim scoff into his lunch. It always amused him of your aversion for Bones when he was in doctor mode. It was probably due to how many times you had seen the doctor sticking a hypospray in Jim’s neck. 

“Perhaps it would be better for you to keep practicing Ensign. To become more used to the demands of the lessons” Spock advised, raising an eyebrow at your dramatics.

“I know that Spock, it doesn’t make my muscles hurt any less” you groaned, rolling your eyes at him. “Anyway, I should probably be getting back to work. I’ll see you tonight. See you later guys” you murmured, pecking Jim’s lips before waving at the others. 

As the weeks went on, you were becoming more and more covered in bruises. You hid yourself from everybody, especially Jim. All your skin was covered to make sure that no one could see the bruises. 

You had worked out a while ago that something wasn’t right. That no matter how much self-defence LaRue was teaching you, it didn’t make sense as to the level of force he used on you. So that was why you had stopped becoming intimate with Jim, scared in case he would find the bruises on your body and think you couldn’t handle yourself. Well you could. You just needed to find out a way to knock LaRue the fuck out.

“Ensign Kirk” a voice called from behind you, making you grimace. At the moment all you wanted to do was get on with your work so you could go to your quarters and have a nice warm bath. 

“Hey Spock, what are you doing down here?” you greeted, waiting for him to fall instep with you. 

“I was wondering if you and the Captain are alright. The Captain seems very tense lately and I wished to know if there was anything I could do to help” Spock told me, following me down the corridor to my work station. 

“We’re fine Spock, don’t worry. Jim’s just feeling stressed. Maybe you and Bones should take him for a drink next time we’re on a planet. It might cheer him up” you suggested, feeling guilt whirl in your stomach. You knew the reason Jim was so tense lately was because of you. So to offer a suggestion that you knew would not help, it made you feel 10 times worse about the situation.

“Of course. Maybe you could join us Y/N” Spock offered, handing you your datapad for you to use.

“Thanks Spock, but I don’t think that would help. Besides, it’s a boy’s night out. The clue is kind of in the name” you smiled, pulling up your work before looking up at Spock. It was so good to be surrounded by friends, even if you couldn’t tell them everything. 


“Is that seriously all you got? I’ve seen more fight in a Klingon, you’re pathetic!” LaRue sneered, kicking you in the ribs as you tried to pull yourself up for what felt like the 100th time. In fact you were pretty sure it was.

“Well maybe I should have a better teacher” you hissed between gritted teeth as you clutched onto your ribs. Before you had time to say or do anything else, LaRue was gripping onto your elbow and pulling you up onto your feet again.

“You’re the one who wanted this, Princess! Why don’t you stop acting like a pathetic wimp and actually give me a fight” he growled, before punching you in your stomach. The pain almost had you throwing up as you tried to remember how to breathe again. Your mind became fuzzy as you concentrated on standing on your own two feet rather than collapsing at LaRue’s.

Turning to face him, you swung a punch at him but he ducked, landing a blow to your side. You grunted out in pain, landing on your knees. Already your bruised ribs were going to turn into a darker colour, you just knew it.

Dragging yourself up, you faced him, slightly unsteady on your feet. He smirked at you, enjoying seeing you so weak and in pain. Waiting for him to come at you, you timed it just right so you could punch him clear in the jaw. LaRue went down like a tonne of bricks and you felt a sigh of relief escape you. You had managed to knock that frustrating little smirk off his face.

However your victory was short lived as LaRue grabbed you around the waist and tackled you onto the mat. All your breath left you as you were winded, groaning out slightly at how much pain you was in. It felt like you had been hit with a starship.

“That’s enough for today! I’d say learn some better moves but it’s obviously a waste of my time and oxygen” he grunted, holding his bloodied lip. It still made you feel a tiny bit proud of yourself though.

Making your way down to your quarter for a shower, you couldn’t help but notice yourself struggling to breathe. Even though your ribs ached like they normally did, this time it felt like you were getting stabbed with every inhale and exhale. This time you couldn’t ignore it, especially when an ensign accidentally bumped into you and nearly sent your vision white with a burst of pain.

Grunting in both annoyance and pain, you realised that you’d have to go down to Medbay. 

Poking your head around the door, you could sigh in relief if it didn’t feel so bad when you didn’t see Bones in the vicinity. That meant he was either in his office doing work or that he was with Jim. Stepping properly into the room, you went to grab the attention of a nurse when you saw your luck go up in smoke. Bones had walked in from his office directly in front of you and had spotted you. Cursing your luck and Bones’s untimely appearance, you turned on your heel before he could call you.

“Y/N? What are you doing in here? That idiot hasn’t got himself hurt again has he?” Bones greeted, reaching out for your shoulder to spin you around. You flinched away, instantly regretting it as you had to breathe out through gritted teeth. “Y/N?” he frowned in concern, eyes raking over you.

“I’m fine, sore shoulder. I was just looking for Jim. Thought he’d be here. I’d better go though” you muttered, keeping your sentences short so you didn’t have to take in as much breath. 

Bones took in your hunched posture, clenched fists and slightly sweaty forehead, realising that something was wrong. “Yeah that’s not a sore shoulder. Come on” Bones stated, leading me to a bed. 

“Honestly Bones, it’s fine! You don’t need to worry, it’ll be fine once I have a shower and a good night’s rest” you protested, trying to think of some excuse to get you out of this. If they found out about this you knew they would become overprotective of you, not let it rest until they found out who was doing this to you. And Jim would feel so guilty about getting LaRue to teach you self defence.

“You can’t even stand up straight. Now shut up and get on the bed!” Bones ordered, preparing the tricorder he would need to scan you. 

“Your bedside manner is atrocious doctor” you complained as you did what you was told. Maybe you could just get away with it being a bruised rib. Yeah… that was the best you could hope for. 

“Well I don’t do this job to get friends, darlin’. Now sit still while I actually do my job” Bones muttered, beginning to scan you. He frowned, noticing the incredible amount of white blood cells in your blood stream but no actual cause of illness. He lowered the tricorder over your chest cavity before he stopped, staring at the result. What the hell?

“May I?” he asked gently, hands reaching for your regulation shirt. 

You gulped, jaw tightening before nodding. He lifted up your shirt, staring at the expanse of bruises that littered all over your body. There was various colours, indicating the age of the bruises: blues, blacks, greens and browns. The worst was over your ribs and even from here he could see the slight misshape of your lower ribs. 

“Who did this?” Bones growled, eyes shooting up to yours. 

“Bones, it’s nothing. I can handle-” you started, knowing exactly how this was going to work. 

“Like hell you can! You’ve broken a rib Y/N! It’s why you can’t breathe without it hurting. Now who’s done this to ya or do I have to call Jim?” he demanded, getting a hypospray ready to give you some painkillers. Sighing heavily, you told him to call Jim. It would be better if they were all here so you could tell them. You didn’t really want to have to repeat it to everybody.


“Y/N! Hey, what’s wrong? Bones said to come down to medbay at once” Jim frowned, hurrying to your side as Spock followed in after him. Bones quickly shut the divider firmly behind them. You sighed, resting yourself against Jim, grimacing as you did so.

“I uh… I need to tell you something. I didn’t mean to keep it from you but… uh… I mean” you stuttered, nerves eating at your stomach. What if they were mad at you? What if they blamed you in some way? All these questions ran through your head as you tried to find the right words.

“She’s got a broken rib, extensive bruising and she’s lucky to have missed out on internal bleeding” Bones reported, interrupting your stuttering to tell everybody his diagnosis.

“What? How? Are you okay?” Jim questioned, hands coming to skim over your sides and pull up your shirt. He stopped at seeing your bruised body, unable to take in the sight. This is why you had been so distant. Why you didn’t want him to touch you or even see you undress. “Who did this?” Jim whispered, voice deceptively calm.

“Jim, just listen for a minute okay. Don’t get mad” you sighed, holding onto your ribs. 

“Don’t get mad?! It looks like you’ve been beaten to within an inch of your life! Who did this to you? Y/N, you have to tell me” Jim shouted, gripping onto your shoulders. 

“LaRue.”

“I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him” Jim growled, jumping up from the bed and storming towards the exit. You knew without doubt that Jim would, the conviction in his voice and the anger which strum through his body would make sure of it. But you didn’t want Jim to do that. It would destroy him if it did. He would lose his Captaincy, get thrown out of Starfleet and lose all that he had worked so hard for. You knew it would kill him to go through that.

“Jim! Stop!” you cried, trying to follow him but you couldn’t. The movement had caused your whole chest and back muscles to spasm, making you crumple to the floor. You would have hit your head on the bed if it wasn’t for Bones catching you and trying to hold you back.

Jim stopped, looking torn between helping you and making sure you were alright. Or paying a visit to LaRue and throwing him out of an airlock. 

“Captain, maybe it is best to listen to Y/N. If you try and go after LaRue, I fear that Y/N may injure herself further by running after you” Spock objected, glancing at Jim as Bones helped me back onto the bed.

“Definitely agreeing with you there Spock…Jim, will you please just leave it. If you kill him, he’ll make sure you’ll lose everything you love. Including this ship” you told him, grimacing as you lay back down on the bed. 

“He already hurt the thing I love the most” Jim sighed, coming to sit on the side of your bed and take your hand.

“I’m going to give you a painkiller and then I’ll give you something for your ribs. It might knock you out for a few hours but you’ll be as good as new when you wake up” Bones informed, getting everything prepared.

“Does this mean he’s going to stab me with a hypospray again?” you whinged, pouting up at your husband who smiled reassuringly. However, before he could reply back, you felt a flare of pain in your arm as Bones pressed a hypospray into you. “OUCH!” you cried, pulling away as he reached for the spray that would mend your ribs. 

“Don’t be such an infant!” Bones scoffed, stabbing you again.

“Jim… you need to fire him!” you breathed, already feeling the medication work. You tried your best to fight it as you could blearily see Jim lean over and kiss your head. The last thing you saw before you fell asleep was Jim smiling at you softly as he cupped your cheek.


Kirk found LaRue just finishing up his shift when he cornered him in a practice room. “So let me guess? You thought it would be a good idea to hurt Y/N, the woman I love, because of something I did” Jim announced, making LaRue jump and spin around in fear. Jim felt a streak of pleasure at seeing the man who had hurt his wife now terrified of him.

“Captain… uh… what are you talking about?” LaRue murmured, glancing behind Jim at Spock and Bones who was blocking the door. They were furious, faces cold and hard with no hint of kindness at all. They loved Y/N like their own sister and they would not tolerate anyone hurting her.

“Of course not! Spock, why don’t you shut the door, this might take a while” Jim suggested, lips quirking up at LaRue. 

“Captain! Please! It’s a misunderstanding! I was teaching her self-defence!” LaRue protested, stepping back against the wall.

“Ensign Kirk had a broken rib and multiple bruises over her body. I fail to see how that is efficiently teaching her self-defence” Spock rebuked, raising an eyebrow at the officer in front of him.

“She was bound to get hurt while I was teaching her!” LaRue objected, trying anything to get himself out of this. Surely they wouldn’t hurt him right? I mean after all, there was protocol. 

“Good god man! You were meant to be teaching her, not beating her until she could barely breath! What kind of man are you to take advantage of her like that?” Bones snarled, stepping forward, fist clenched. 

“Let me see, it was because I passed the promotion to someone else wasn’t it?” Jim smirked, punching LaRue with a right hook on his jaw. LaRue went down like a tonne of bricks, clutching his jaw tightly as he groaned. “Or was it when I refused to pick you for a expedition when you had been drinking? Oh, is it because I had you court-martial because you were drunk on duty?” Jim growled, hitting him again and breaking LaRue’s nose. It sent blood spurting out over the floor. 

Jim grabbed him by the lapels of his shirt and slammed him into the wall, hearing the dull metal clunk at the impact. “Or was it because I embarrassed you back at the Academy because I beat you in all our classes? Huh? Is that it?” Jim snarled, kneeing LaRue in the side. LaRue groaned, doubling over onto the floor, clutching his side.

“So when you had the chance to hurt my wife, I bet you jumped at it. I bet there was a place deep inside your sick mind that couldn’t wait to make her feel the pain, the embarrassment that you felt” Jim hissed, crouching down to LaRue’s side. Jim gripped LaRue’s hair, making sure he was looking at him. “Well, just so you know. You’re going to be responsible for getting kicked off this ship, a court-martial back on Earth and knowing you’ll never be working on a starship ever again. Not if I can help it anyway” Jim growled, shoving him away.

“Jim, that’s enough. Come on!” Bones interfered, pulling Jim away from the gasping man. “I’ll get someone to bring him to medbay before he’s transported back to Starfleet” Bones told him, leading Jim away.

“Oh, if you ever touch Y/N again, I swear I will find you and I will kill you” Jim promised, holding onto his bloodied fist. 

“Captain, come. Y/N will be awake soon” Spock instructed, ushering Jim out the room while Bones called for some help to take LaRue down to the medbay for a check over.


When you woke up, you felt groggy and confused for a few moments, the medication still in your bloodstream. But at least you could breathe better now, the pain in your body gone. Looking to the side of you, you spotted Jim sitting in a chair next to yours. He had fallen asleep with his head on the bed, snoring slightly. Running your fingers through his soft blonde hair, you looked back at the bright ceiling before looking to your other side.

You gaped, shocked at what you saw. There in the bed next to you was LaRue. He was surrounded by security but he looked like he had been knocked out. Shaking your head, you realised what had happened.

Tugging on Jim’s hair to wake him up, you heard his cries of pain as you spun your head to scowl at him. “Ow what was that for?!” he complained, rubbing his head as he gaped at you.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, idiot!” you glowered, pointing to the bed next to you.

“Oh that… don’t pretend you don’t like my protectiveness Y/N” he smirked, leaning back in his chair.

“Jim Kirk, you are nothing but trouble” you sighed, shaking your head as you couldn’t help but smile at him. Because it was true. You did love how protective he was of you. Even if he didn’t listen to you.

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You were sat on the couch watching BTS’ latest interview, staring at your boyfriend who was seated happily on the screen. It was normal for the two of you now. Whenever he was doing a live broadcast you would sit and wait at home.

The woman on screen was smiling widely as she asked each of the members a question. Once she got to your boyfriend, you felt a smile come across you face.

“So. All the other guys are very vocal about what they look for in a girl, what about you? What’s your ideal girl?”

It was a secret about the two of you being together. The company knew about it and they approved it but they wanted it to stay quiet so that BTS would still be looked at and lusted after to increase sales. You understood this and didn’t object as it helped with their career.

You knew what you were expecting him to say, but the words that came out of his mouth were a shock to you.

“I look for a small girl, someone who I can easily hold in my arms and cradle. She has to be sweet and funny and always make me smile.”

You felt something akin to a gunshot go through your chest as you thought about what he said. You looked down at yourself and noticed what you had been trying to block out. You had never thought being a little bigger had been a bad thing, but as the words left his mouth you realized that maybe you weren’t what he wanted.

The other guys on the screen looked at him with disbelief as the words left his mouth. They knew that who he was describing wasn’t you, and that hurt more than anything.

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Safe & Warm

Summary: Just an insight into your relationship with Bucky. Based on Colbie Caillat’s Bubbly.

Word Count: 1,436

Contains: Excessive amounts of fluff.


Originally posted by enochianess

Bucky stops in his tracks, making Steve retrace his steps back to the flower shop. Bucky is admiring flowers and he grins. “Didn’t know you were into flowers now, Buck.”

Bucky scoffs, digging his elbow into Steve’s ribs. “Shut up. They’re not for me.”

“For Y/N?”

“They remind me of her,” says Bucky.

Steve smiles at him. Bucky is happy, he is actually healing from everything and is smiling more often than not and it makes Steve want to run back to the tower and find you, hug you as tight as he can.

“Buy her the flowers,” offers Steve.

“Should I?” Bucky’s forehead is creased and Steve laughs softly.

“Yeah, she’ll love them, man.”

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Winter Interrupted (Part 1/?) (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Requested by @torilovelytop but the actual request was kinda long, so I won’t post it here.

Becoming an Avenger had happened almost by accident; it definitely wasn’t the plan to make you into one of Earth’s mightiest heroes when Nick Fury had pulled you from the ranks of Hydra to work for him. Your former bosses had made into one of Earth’s mightiest assassins, so your skill set was already pretty solid, to say the least.  It was so solid, in fact, that there was only one person he trusted enough to take you under their wing, and only one person who would even be willing; Natasha Romanoff.

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Falling In Love In A Coffee Shop

Tony x Reader

Part One:  I’ve seen the paths that your eyes wander down. I want to come too.

The title of this series come from this song and it will be central to this series going forward, so as usual please feel free to give it a listen, and this whole idea was born from a request by the ever lovely @wellthatsrandomkek

Set in the aftermath of Civil War when Tony is attempting to heal and forgive, when he meets you at a chance meeting in a small town coffeeshop will both of your lives be affected forever? Also if you have seen the movie We Bought A Zoo (2011), I imagine reader’s fashion sense and general personality to be quite like Scarlet Johansson’s character Kelly. So her setting is going to be a ranger in a wildlife park.


Request: Tony has a lot on his mind and one day leaves the tower. He finds this small, cozy coffee shop and he can’t decide what to order. You (a regular) are behind him and orders for the both of you. You talk, swap numbers and proceed to text a lot. His whole mood lights up when he gets a text from you and he slowly falls in love with you. He loves the calm you give him and your gentle ways when he spends time with you.

Warnings: Sad Tony. Sad Reader.

Words: c, 1,600


The place was empty with half the team missing. Vision was miserable and even if Rhodey had told him a hundred times not to be so hard on him Tony couldn’t quite bring himself to forgive him.

But he couldn’t help but pause to wonder if Vision was who he was really angry at.

Or was it Steve?

Or himself?

Or all of the above?

He sighed and ran his hands over his face, he felt exhausted and a lot older than he actually was.

He had to get out of this place, and everything it reminded him of and so rising from his office chair, he grabbed his coat and drove until he reached some small town he didn’t quite catch the name of, and then pulling into a parking space on the side of the road he spotted  a small coffee shop and wearily made his way inside.

He stood in line but he felt numb, and his mind was certainly elsewhere by the time he heard the barista ask him his order.

He looked panicked up at the order boards, and for some reason he couldn’t get his brain to work. He begged his brain for help but he realised with a startle that he must have said it out loud when a gentle hand reached for his arm.

“Are you alright?” you asked him gently.

“I can’t!” he was shaking his head gently “I have no idea what to order.”

“Any allergies to nuts?” you asked and he shook his head slowly.

“Two hazelnut lattes,” you told the barista and watched the man before you visibly relax, you had planned on simply getting your coffee to go and driving back out to your ranch, but in that instant your plans had changed and you knew you were going to sit with this terrified stranger until he no longer looked quite so terrified.


One sip of his coffee and his brown eyes locked with yours in concurrence.

“It’s good right?” you smiled gently, stirring the contents of your own cup and he hmmed in agreement.

“Thanks, by the way,” he said softly “back there I just sort of went blank and freaked out.”

“It happens,” you answered kindly and offered him a warm smile, that he returned wearily, but genuinely.

“Did you get lost on the highway?” you gently pressed and he looked at you questionly and you couldn’t help but smile, he was in expensive jeans and you were pretty sure his sweater was designer, you and everyone around you for that matter were in jeans, and yours were slightly faded you’d had them so long.

“I mean you’re dressed a little too well to be from anywhere around here.”

Catching your drift he chuckled slightly, “I guess you could say that I did get a little lost,” in more ways than one he thought bitterly and ran a hand over his face for good measure.

“Well then I guess of all places to get lost, I’m glad you washed up here. You’ve saved me from a horrendously boring afternoon.”

“Is that right?” he perked up ever so slightly “and why is that?”

You leaned in closer for emphasis, “you have saved me from an afternoon of mowing grass, and potting plants.”

Tony smiled, “You know that doesn’t sound so awful, it sounds quite therapeutic actually.”

“Ok now I really know you must be a city boy!” you chuckled and he looked at you with an amused expression on his face.

“You don’t know who I am?” he asked with a quirk of his head and you looked at him utterly perplexed, before shaking your head.

“Should I know?”

“No, no you shouldn’t,” he exclaimed and looked almost delighted that you didn’t, “My name is Tony,” he offered with a genuine smile and you couldn’t help but smile back, “y/n.”

“So what brought you out here to the middle of nowhere?” you tried gently and he looked at you for a moment as if he was sizing you up.

“I had to get away for a bit. Things were.. well everything’s sort of a mess really,” he looked so tired and so dejected, that your heart caught a little in your chest.

“Can these things be fixed?” you coaxed gently “If you try, can they be fixed?”

“I think so,” he answered with a pained expression.

“Then try,” you almost whispered “The only way to fail is by not trying and if whatever it is is making you this unhappy then you owe it to yourself to try.”

He didn’t answer for a moment and you thought maybe for a moment you had overstepped your mark.

“It’s just,” he began, but paused until he looked at your expectant expression and something about you, your aura, your whole being made him feel like it was safe to talk to you and he found himself increasingly wishing he could just offload everything he had been carrying for weeks upon you.

“What if you get hurt again?” you finished for him softly and he damn near almost choked up as he nodded to you.

“Am I that obvious?” he tried to joke but it fell flat.

You looked at him honestly for a moment “I would recognise that look in your eyes anywhere.”

“I’m just. so. tired,” he told you honestly “and I can’t face staying in that place any longer. It’s just too empty, so I hit the road and I just drove until I couldn’t drive anymore and here I am.”

“Well I’m glad of all the coffeeshops, in all the towns you passed that this was the one that you chose.”

“Me too,” he told you honestly.

A few moments of comfortable silence passed between you and when you looked up from your cup he was looking right at you, really looking at you for the first time since he had sat down and it made your cheeks heat up.

He opened his mouth to speak when his ringtone interrupted the moment and when he saw Rhodey’s name on the screen he panickly answered.

“Yes, I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he answer hurriedly and then rising from the table so quickly he almost knocked it over, you struggled to keep up with the sudden change of pace and as soon as he hung up he rounded on you in a rush and pulled you to him in a quick hug.

“I’m sorry I have to go, you’ve been so lovely and wonderful, but I have to go.”

You barely got a chance to answer him when he was rushing out the door and disappearing out of sight, and you collapsed back into your seat dazed, whispering “goodbye Tony,” under your breath and mourning the loss of a man you didn’t even know.


As you turned off the road into your driveway that evening, you were met by the head groundskeeper of the nature park you worked and lived at and you smiled because just like that your life was back to normal, almost as if you had never met a handsome stranger in the middle of your local coffeeshop only a few hours before.

“I thought you’d never get back,” he joked and you climbed out of your truck, pulling the various animal feeds you had purchased in town on your way home.

“Eliza had to mow the lawns so you’re officially in her bad books,” he joked and when you half smiled at him he patted you reassuringly, “I know it’s been tough, I know you’re really going through it right now, but hang in there. This place, the animals, all of us, we really need you.”

You smiled then genuinely, and he smiled back as he helped you carry some of the larger sacks up to the barn, and as the sun set your mind wandered back to Tony, you hoped he could mend whatever, whoever, was eating him up.

As for you, you would keep trying to do the same thing.



Tony lay awake listening to the silence. Can you even listen to silence he wondered, perhaps you could he decided after all. You definitely could if the sound of silence was what was keeping you awake. Right?

His mind wandered back to you for the thousandth time since he got back home..could he even call it home anymore?

What you had said to him about trying to fix things with Steve had struck a chord he didn’t even know he needed to hear, how had you known he was afraid of being hurt and why did he feel like you knew his pain a little too well? Why hadn’t he asked you that? Why hadn’t he caught onto that at the time?

Would he ever get a chance to ask you that now? 

Would he ever even see you again?

He turned over and sighed deeply, he was idiot for not taking your number, and now he couldn’t stop thinking about you, shutting his eyes one more time in a futile attempt to get some sleep, he vowed to himself to track you down again. He simply could not live the rest of his life without talking to you again, the only person who had seen straight through him in years. 

Getting out of bed he got up to throw some clothes into a small carry bag, he was going back to the small town he had accidentally stumbled upon earlier and he was going to find you. He had decided. 


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That hard concentrated look on his face while he's drinking just does something for me. Like imagining him getting a bit serious with you after all your teasing and he's just giving you that look that tells you 'just wait till we get back to the room'...

Punishment

A/N: This blurb involves consensual spanking.  If you are not comfortable with that, please do not continue.

Pub nights went one of two ways with Niall and his friends.  Sometimes they were long, drawn out affairs where pints were nursed and conversation was low and easy.  More often than not though, they were frenetic affairs that quickly devolved into drinking games, and general debauchery.  You’d become accustomed to dealing with Niall and his gaggle of “lads”, once referring to them as “my own lost boys”.  Niall had wrapped his arm around you and with a lopsided grin corrected your assessment. “No no love, haven’t you seen Twitter? Louis is Peter Pan, not me.”  You’d shoved his chest lightly and rolled your eyes at him. “You’re right babe”, you nodded sagely, “you’re more like Tinkerbell.”  Niall had scowled deeply and spent the rest of the night pouting into his drink while . It hadn’t helped that Bressie was out with you that night and repeatedly picked Niall up by the scruff of his coat and shook him while yelling “Where’s tha fairy dust, Chief?”

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a Yakuza AU (if you're not comfortable with that than just normal) with hand x reader where their home is raided and reader is held hostage and hanzo has to watch a little as she is beat up or groped or something before he can save her and kill them? And then a lil fluffy smut along the lines of like "I could've lost you" or "I'll never let them hurt you"

((Yakuza Hanzo…is like my greatest weakness…holyshit thaaaank you for this request you lovely person you))

Japanese summers were absolutely stifling; the suffocating humidity combined with the sweltering heat left people in a constant state of lethargy and irritability. But in the same hand, they were incredibly beautiful in their uniqueness to only Japan; the festivals, fireworks, seasonal delicacies, variety of vibrant and unique yukatas all accompanied by the singing of cicadas. It made suffering through the intense weather worth it. But something was wrong…the cicadas around the Shimada-gumi’s summer estate had gone silent.

“Hanzo?”

Your voice was soft, still thick with sleep as you felt your husband’s arms untangle from around your waist, your body instantly rousing when the comforting heaviness of his touch was gone. Confused wakefulness began to course through you as your bleary eyes cleared, watching as your shirtless husband pulled one of his gun’s from his nightstand, hands quickly loading the weapon and pointing it at the door. You felt your heart begin to thunder in your chest as you pushed yourself up, Hanzo flashing one finger back at you as he took a half step towards the bedroom door. He was still shirtless, his raven hair hastily pushed back from his face but not tied up, the muscles of his back and shoulders tense. Your own body went tense as you heard a crash from downstairs, a muffled curse followed by the sound of more crashing.

Someone had gotten into the estate.

This was not the first time this had happened and you were sure that it wouldn’t be the last; the Shimada-gumi may not have been the biggest Yakuza faction in Japan but they were one of the strongest. That painted a very pretty target on any and all Shimada or Shimada associates’ back. Assassins, kidnappers, blackmailers, hell, even the occasional paparazzi had managed to sneak onto the estate, all looking for something that could bring the Yakuza faction to their knees. Still, none had made it into the main house. Most ended up snuffed out by their small army of Shimada hired bodyguards or security bots near the front gates, the more insistent trespasser making it to the gardens before being shut down. They weren’t in the main Shimada estate, however.

Hanzo had surprised you with a month-long trip to Hokkaido; the two of you visiting the various estates, onsens and even small castles that the Shimadas’ owned in the northern region, handling business on the side but mostly enjoying one another’s company. While your travel security detail had been with the both of you, it was light compared to the amount that stayed around on the main estate. Still, the travel schedule had been strictly need to know, meaning that someone had either hacked their itinerary or one of your trusted employees had divulged that information. Regardless, it appeared that you and Hanzo were on your own for the time being.

As quietly and quickly as you could, you groped at the nightstand until your fingers wrapped around your phone. You forced yourself to look away from your husband’s back, fingers dancing across the touchscreen in a practiced manner, activating the panic feature that had been built into the device. It sent a notification out to the elders, Genji, the entirety of the Shimada security detail and several police stations that were in the pocket of the family. Because of your location, you knew it would be at least two hours before someone arrived, the both of you just had to manage until then. You moved as silently as you could, Hanzo not turning to look at you as you lightly placed your hand on his back.

“I called”, you murmured, voice barely rising above a whisper, taking a half step closer and pressing your body against his back. Touching him calmed you, the heat from his body easily bleeding through the lace and chiffon of the cream negligee you wore, ebbing the racing of your heart. “Two hours…should we–?”

Your body jumped as you felt Hanzo go stock still against you, the sound of someone right outside the door making your blood run cold. The small estate you were in tonight had been upgraded back in 2050 to be more automated; biometric-based security systems, HD security cameras, holo-pad controlled HVAC and appliances and hidden lights that responded to physiological changes in the rooms they were installed in. The security system in the home was, or was supposed to be, heavily encrypted. But you watched as Hanzo adjusted his hold on the gun, the soft, electronic sounds of beeping sounding off through the door before several tiny clicks sounded. The biometric pad next to the door turned from red to green, Hanzo taking several steps back, arm reaching and pushing you further behind him.

“Ah ah, I would put the weapon down! Unless you want your pretty little wife to watch us blow a hole in you.”

Your hand curled into a fist against Hanzo’s back, feeling the angered growl that rumbled through his frame as he sized up the threat in front of the both of you. You could feel the vicious, snarling energy of his twin dragons rippling from beneath his tattoo, sending waves of warning heat through your left arm and your own white ink tattoo. All Shimadas’ were marked with a sign of the dragons, whether by becoming of age if you were blood related or marriage once you had been proven worthy. While unable to actually summon a dragon, the tattoo tied you to your husband and symbolized you were to be protected by his dragons. You didn’t need to see his face to know that his mind was running through every possible scenario that could play out, silently assessing their chances of getting out of here through brute force alone. Gulping thickly, you could see the slight twitch in his shoulders as his hand tightened around his gun before lowering it, the weapon clattering to the floor loudly as he raised his hand.

“Name your demands”, Hanzo said smoothly, his deep voice even despite the danger. His words were sharp, commanding, taking charge despite the fact that he was at a disadvantage; just as the head of the Shimada-gumi should. His right arm remained raised but his left was behind him, keeping you safely tucked behind his body, shielding your both from seeing and being seen by them.

“Oh we will”, the obvious leader remarked snidely, his voice nasally and grating. There was a chorus of laughter that sounded from behind him before he snapped. “Grab ‘em!”

Your husband snarled at the men, stepping back and trying to guard you before the butt of a pistol swung out and connected with his left temple, stunning the man.

“Hanzo!”

Your arms wrapped around Hanzo’s middle as his body wavered, squeaking softly as you and Hanzo fell. Pulling him tight against your body, you were finally able to see the men that dared to attack the Shimada-gumi. There were five of them clustered around the door, the red oni tattooed on the side of their neck clearly indicating what faction they were from. Dogs from the Horikoshi-gumi. The Shimada and Horikoshi factions had been locked in a bloody battle, the latest fight taking out the second lieutenant from the Horikoshi gang. Last you heard though, was Hanzo and Ryota, their leader, had come to an agreement, a truce to end the bloodshed. Apparently his men hadn’t heeded the memo. The scrawny man in front leered at you, a wide grin breaking across his face, revealing a mouth full of golden teeth.

“You heard me boys, grab ‘em! Let’s take them downstair so we can put on a real show.”


It felt as if a nail had been driven through the left side of his head, Hanzo biting back the groan of pain that threatened to fall from his lips. The throbbing in his skull was only matched by thrum of heat beating in his arms, the dragons twisting and snarling, waiting to lash out for their master.

“Real shame you had to go and marry a Shimada. You’re real pretty. Sweet little thing like you would look real nice on my arm.”

“The only shameful thing right now is being touched by the likes of you”, you stated coldly, venom in your calmly spoken words.

Hanzo forced his eyes open, his lip curling up in a silent snarl of pain as light flooded his senses, lids fluttering until he could see clearly. His wrists had been bound together and he had been left in a kneeling position while unconscious. Hanzo barely tilted his face, assessing the room quickly before he lost the advantage of no one knowing he was awake. It appeared that they had dragged the both of you into the tea room, the size of the room comfortably seating the dozen or so men that appeared to have been stationed in there. Hanzo felt his stomach twist tight in both anger and worry as his eyes connected with you, his fists clenching tight as he resisted the urge to lash out.

Your face had settled into a stony mask, full lips drawn in a tight line of anger, eyes staring directly ahead at the wall. You sat in seiza, shoulders rolled back and head held high, back ramrod straight with your hands curled tightly in your lap. The right sleeve of your gown had been torn, your hair was disheveled and several strands hung in your face, your braid almost completely loosed. Despite the leering men around you and the precarious situation the two of you were in, you still gave off the aura of a perfect lady. Two men stood on either side of you, the man that had struck Hanzo before was walking back and forth in front of you.

“Think you’re so high and mighty don’t you bitch? You think we don’t know you were one of them little hostess sluts?”

“I may have been a hostess but I had class unlike you”, you scoffed, gaze still refusing to meet his. The man growled hand flying out and grabbing you by the hair, fingers tangling deep into your locks and yanking your head up.

“Get your hands off of her!”

The man’s hold on your hair slackened for a brief second before tightening, a manic titter lifting from his throat. Your eyes flew to Hanzo’s, the mask of fearless indifference cracking into unadulterated relief and abject distress as the man holding your hair shook you with a leering grin. Your lips pursed tight, refusing to reward the man with a cry of pain, a shameful blush burning across your cheeks as the cretin moved behind you and grabbed your throat with his free hand.

“Well good morning sunshine”, the man exclaimed, a sneer settling on his lips as he glared down at Hanzo. Chuckles followed from around the room, the low-ranking lackeys smirking wickedly at their eyes darted from their boss and you to the bound Hanzo. “Woke up just in time to see me play with your pretty little whore! If anything happens to her, it’s all on you buddy! Shouldn’t have fucked with us!”

Hanzo made a move to stand only to have two hands clap down on his shoulders and yank him back to the floor. Your eyes went round, struggling against the hold, a raucous laugh rising as the both of you protested the treatment of the other. A cry was finally wrested from your lips as you felt the hand of the man drag down from your throat, playing with the edge of your gown brusquely. Your eyes frantically locked with your husband, seeing the discernable rage in his gaze, his body struggling against the men before going completely still. His brow was furrowed, more in concentration now rather than anger as he stared at you, silently exuding calm your way. He was telling you to ‘focus on him’. You blinked several times, the tears that rested in your eyes rolling down your cheeks, as you gave a fraction of a nod to your head.

“Is this all of them”, Hanzo asked simply, ignoring the incredulous bark of laughter that bounced through the room.

“Y-yes”, you answered, your eyes darting around before looking back to your husband’s as realization began to dawn on you. A soft astonished laughed fell from your lips as the gangster yanked at your hair once more, earning yet another laugh from you.

“What the fuck is so funny?!”

“You and your men”, you started, voice slightly strained in pain as he tugged harder at your hair, confidence returning to your face. “You are foolish men who have made a grave error. You never corner a dragon.”

“Just what the fu–”

“Ryū ga waga teki wo kurau!”

You winced, not allowing your eyes to fully shut, as the room filled with bright, brilliant bursts of cyan light. Hanzo’s twin dragons burst forth from his arm, a deafening roar filling the small space as Yuuki and Ame tore their way through the men, circling around the room and hitting every target. The dragons, like their master, were thorough in their ferocity; ripping through the bodies of the men and completely disintegrating them with their magic energy. A reassured smiled tugged at your lips as the dragons reached you, the hand holding your hair finally releasing you and allowing you to drop back to the ground fully. It felt like a summer breeze was blowing around you, warm and soothing and peaceful, your own tattoo thrumming as the dragons danced around you briefly before surging back to their master. Your eyes fluttered open, briefly looking around the emptied before connecting with Hanzo.

“Hanzo!”

You cried out for your husband, scrambling forward and hastily untying the ropes that bound his wrists. As soon as his arms were freed, you threw your arms around his neck, the man’s strong arms wrapping around you as he fell back onto his rear. Your hands shook as you pulled back slightly, finger touching the bruise to the side of his face gingerly a sympathetic whimper rumbling in your throat. Your fingers continued to dance over his skin, he doing the same to you in return, both of you worriedly examining one another. You flinched as you felt Hanzo’s hand graze the top of your negligee, gulping hard as your eyes locked back onto his anger darkened amber eyes.

“I was so scared”, you forced out, leaning forward to press your forehead against his, tears springing to your eyes. He pressed back, his hands lifting to hold either side of your face gently, thumbs rubbing in slow circles. “They hit you and you were out…and they dragged us down here and you weren’t moving Han. You weren’t moving…and they…they said…I could’ve lost you…”

“I am so sorry beloved”, he breathed out, tilting his head up and pressing a hard kiss to your lips to silence your anxious rambling, a soft sob falling against his lips. “I will never let them hurt you. I will never let anyone hurt you again. I will protect you til my dying breath.”

“No dying”, you corrected, your sob and laugh morphing together as you kissed him back hard.

Kissing him made everything feel better, your arms wrapping hard around his neck as you tried to press yourself closer to him. You needed to touch him, feel him and it seemed that the feeling was mutual, the both of you drawing consolation from one another. Hanzo’s hands pulled away from your face, trailing downwards in a soothing manner, thumbs lightly massaging at your throat then at your collarbone and shoulders before dropping to the neckline of your negligee. His touch was gentle, tender, pushing away the mental remnants of that cretin’s hands on you. You whined as he broke away from your lips, softly shushing you as he kissed the corner of your lips then your jaw and your jaw. He gently nudged your face with his nose, a silent query for permission that you quickly granted by tilting your head up for him. He kissed where the man’s hand had been so tightly wrapped around, drawing soft sighs from your lips before dipping lower.

“Han…”

Your hands tightened on his shoulder, in no way stopping the man but steadying yourself in his lap as his beard grazed the swell of your breast. He softly shooshed you again, hand coming up to run over your cheek before it moved to undo the button at the nap of your neck. The gown slackened slightly around your shoulders, Hanzo pausing to run his fingers over and through your hair, completely undoing your braid before his hands dragged back up to your shoulders. He pushed your nightgown down, your arms dropping, the soft, translucent fabric to pool at your waist. Soft sighs and whimpers of appreciation tumbled from your lips as his lips drew downwards, back arching as he captured one of your nipples in his mouth. Your hands dragged to the back of his head, pushing him closer, fingers tangling into his hair.

His touch, his lips, the soft words of endearment spoken against your skin drove away the fear of losing him, the thoughts of being touched by another. Your fingers scratched lightly at his scalp, his calloused hands running up and down your sides and over whichever breast wasn’t currently in his mouth. He lowered you gently to the floor, his mouth leaving your sensitive nub, eyes boring into yours lovingly. Gently cupping his cheek you smiled, other hand gently coaxing him back to your lips and kissing him earnestly. Heat was rolling lazily in your core, the emotional need to be coupled with your husband winning out over the physical demand for it.

“Please”, you breathed out as the both of you broke away, stars in your eyes as you looked at him. You peppered soft, adoring kisses to his lips through your words, unrushed, tender shows of affection and want. “Hanzo, please?”

He smiled at you, a rare expression that you hoarded greedily and proudly, his gaze soft yet hungry for you. He assented, nodding and gently nudging his forehead against yours, placing one more kiss against your lips. You loosed your hold around his neck as he pulled back, his hands pushing his silk night trousers and underwear down. Eyes dipping downward, you shivered as your eyes took in the sight of his thick cock, already dripping with precum. Hanzo’s hand lightly tilted your chin up, your eyes locking as he slowly crawled over your body. You laid back with him over you, shivering hard as his lips pressed into yours, whimpering softly as his hands pushed your gown up. The warmth of his hands made your skin tingle wherever they roamed, sighing needily as he gently massaged at your bare hips, spreading your legs for him as his hands dragged to your thighs.

“Hm!”

You whined against his lips, back arching as his hand grinded insistently at your mound, fingers slowly rolling around your sensitive nub. He smiled against your lips, catching your moans as her rubbed your wet slit, fingers barely dipping into your core. Your arms wrapped tight around his neck, pulling him closer to you and whining piteously at his teasing motions.

“Han please”, you breathed against his lips as he dragged his hand over your clit once more, gently clawing at his shoulders.

“Of course beloved”, Hanzo murmured, pulling his hand away from your cunt before moving further your legs.

The both of you groaned as Hanzo lightly brushed his cock against your entrance, your hands tightening against his shoulders once more. Your breath hitched as he began to push into you, toes curling and hips rolling as the head slipped inside. Hanzo’s head fell to your shoulder as he set a steady, lazy pace, his lips and tongue pressing gently into the skin of your neck. There was no rush in either of your movements, hands falling to either side of your head, Hanzo’s hands intertwining with yours.

“You are mine”, he moaned against your skin as he nibbled at your pulse points. You gave a loan moan of agreement, nodding your head dazedly as he gave a slight snap of his hip. “Made just for me beloved. Only mine to touch, dearest. Mine to protect.”

His words were possessive but not aggressive, waves of pleasure lapping hungrily at your senses each time he spoke. The words were intimate, loving, his grinding hips and thrusts filled with a need to show you how much he needed you, cared for you. One of his hands released yours, his thrusts getting faster, sloppier as you tightened around him. Butterflies flew in your stomach their numbers expanding as his hands caressed your face tenderly, combing through your hair and moaning your name in such a sweet, loving voice.

“H-Hanzo”, you whimpered, body being carted towards.a.point of no return. Your mind was filled with thoughts of him, your darling husband, of his words and his caresses, of the sweet nothings the slurred together as he hungrily kissed and nipped at your skin. Nothing from earlier remained, only him and his affections and his cock coaxing you towards your edge. Your eyes slipped closed, fireworks dancing behind your lids as you came, Hanzo’s strokes picking up as he fell right along with you. You could feel the warmth of his seed fill you, your walls milking him hungrily, taking all of him in. All you could do was squeeze his hands tight, free hand wrapping around his neck to press him close and sobbing words of agreement to him. “Yours, all yours dear husband. Just for you. You just for me. Oh Hanzo I love you, I love you I love you.”

“I love you too my beloved wife”, he said through gentle kisses, body still shivering as he fell atop you, his weight a welcomed warmth.

It took several moment for the both of you to regain your bearings; Hanzo redressing you and himself, picking you up bridal style (despite your insistence you could walk) and laying you in the bed while telling you to sleep, that he would take care of the rest. You assented to him this time, only requiring one stipulation: that he stay until you fell asleep. And so he did, brushing your hair and face until you were lulled into dreamland comfortably.

The Happiest of Accidents (Jared Kleinman x Reader SMUT)

More smut (shocking) so I’m combining 4 and 8 on my queue cause 4 was just Fluffy smut? And 8 actually had a plot.

 Requests by: anon Enjoy! 


You know. This was never supposed to happen. You were never supposed to end up naked in someone else’s bed. Especially not if that someone was Jared Kleinman. But things don’t always go how their supposed to, especially not if they’re things happening to you. 


 You didn’t want to do this, dressing up for some stupid cruise dinner, all because your dad had to go for work. He said all you guys had to do was show face, than you could leave and never step foot on a cruise ship again, he lied. You were used to you dad lying by now but it didn’t change the fact that you really hated everything about this night. 

 You were wearing a dress and heels on a cruise ship, that was rocking way too much for your liking. You had to plaster on a fake smile for every single of of your dads colleagues until they stopped greeting you. You had to shake hands and make small talk about the weather or stocks. 

You were the only teenager here who wasn’t dressed like a preppy private school kid, you weren’t wearing pearls or the color salmon, you stuck out like a sore thumb. 

When your family went to sit at their assigned table, number 15. You went to the deck to watch the sunset against the ocean’s horizon. It was a beautiful sight, the sun dipping low onto the waters far edge, creating an ombré of reds and purples and every thing in between. You watched as the colors changed and the sun sank, enjoying the alone time. Until…. “Hey you do realize the Party is inside right?” A voice broke through the white noise of water lapping against the boat’s sides.

 "Really? Oh wow. I hadn’t even noticed. What a pity that I’m not inside, pretending like I give a shit and smiling at every old business guy who claims to know my father,“ you hissed wanting to be left alone. 

 Obviously this jerk-off didn’t notice or care, "What are you doing out here anyway, it’s just a sunset over a giant fish toilet. Or are you some kind of romantic who finds this shit fascinating?" 

 "I’ll have you know sunsets are beautiful, look at all of the colors and the way they melt into each other defying color theory. Look the yellow and blue are definitely touching, but they don’t make green! It’s amazing!" 

 "It’s not amazing! Are you stupid it’s not color theory it’s light theory, or whatever. Those aren’t paints they’re light waves so they won’t react the same. God your dad might be rich but he certainly isn’t sending you to a good school,” he laughed. 

 "I didn’t want to go to a good school, and I don’t care about whatever theory. I just wanted to watch the sunset,“ you growled back. Your father planned on having you swap schools when he got his raise and you refused, you’re too normal for private schooling. 

 He waited a moment and than started talking again, "Okay well than I guess we can watch the sunset,” he said, taking a seat on the bench next to you. You rolled you eyes but he didn’t say another word so you decided to let him stay. He was so quiet and sat so still that your forgot he was there, losing yourself in the setting sun. 

 He on the other hand couldn’t forget about you, he never could. When your father was promoted two years ago, you both found yourselves at a dinner party in celebration. You sat on opposite sides of the ballroom floor, in the large hotel the company rented. You didn’t see him, but he sure as hell had seen you, and once his eyes found your face, they rarely left it. 

There was just something about the way you held yourself, the way you kept you back straight and you head held high. It was strong and proud, but not rude or arrogant, you were there for you father but that didn’t mean you were going to be a brat for being forced to come. 

There was also something about the look on your face, the way your smile was welcoming but your eyes screamed that you wanted to leave. He wanted tried to look away and ignore your presence, but it was like you were the northern end of a magnet and his eyes were the south side.

 He spent the whole night working up the guts to talk to you, and once he did… you had left. After that night he was infatuated by you, and it felt like a blessing when he learned there was a Holiday Galla his family would be attending. 

There was a secret Santa chosen before hand and he had gotten your name. All of the kids and teens were given a room with a dance floor and junk food to hang out in, and at 11:00 would be the secret Santa. He was so excited to give your gift, until he realized you wouldn’t know who it was from.

 At 11 he watched you open the jewelry box and take out the bracelet, it was a bow to match the arrow necklace you always wore 

 He watched your eye light up as you had a friend help you put it on your wrist, they matched beautifully because he had to specially made for you, not that you would ever know. But the smile on your face made it worth the expense. 

As he sat there next to you, he could feel the anxiety running through his veins. He was so nervous that you’d call him a freak and start calling him out on stalking your Instagram and Facebook. He didn’t want to seem nervous so instead he sat as still as possible, he could feel you staring at him, and he could feel the swear accumulating on his palms. He slowly turned his head to look at you, expecting you to be ready to explode. 

But when his gaze landed on you, you were a million worlds away, lost in the sunset. The way the golden light made your skin look was amazing, the look in your eyes was perfect. You were lost in the setting sun and he was lost in you. “What the fuck are you staring at?"  The smile on your face had died, a grimace taking its place,

 "I um, I was, you just looked so, um, I’m sorry,” the words spilled out of his mouth lacking grace and delicacy.

 "I looked so what, ugly, horrific?“ You barked at him, your eyes misting.

 "You looked, beautiful. Like you were the only witness to the most amazing sight one human has ever laid eyes on,” you could see the awe on his face, this boy really meant what he said. 

 "Oh, well. Erm thank you, you’re not to bad yourself,“ you mumbled, blush creeping over your cheeks. 

 "Oh well umm,” he paused for a little too long, “I like your brac- necklace. I really like your necklace,” he stumbled. 

 "Oh thank you, I never got the chance to thank you for this bracelet, I absolutely love it by the way,“ your smile blew him away.

 "Oh you’re, you’re welcome!” He squeaked, just as he was about to ask how you knew he bought it when his phone rang. “No Ev I can’t join the party tonight, huh no I’m at that cruise dinner, I’ll play next time, goodbye Evan,” he sighed and tucked his phone away. 

 "You missin the big summer party?“

 "Huh, oh god no. Do I look like the kid who goes to actual parties. My friends and I. We have a-” his volume dropped drastically, “we have a game night we just peruse Steam and play some video games, it’s kinda lame,” he looked at his feet, embarrassed.

 "What kinda video games?“ 

 "Oh um Overwatch, GTA, Rocket League, that kinda stuff,” he mumbled. 

 "I bet I could beat you at all of those,“ you boasted, you didn’t know him very well be he peaked your interest. 

 "Oh you’re on! If you want we can skip the party after the boat docks and go to my house, and play video games, order take out?” He suddenly seemed happy again. 

 "I’ll take you up on that… IF you buy me take out!“ 

 "Of course, m'lady. I’m the man here!” He bragged. 

 "My dick is probably bigger than yours!“ "Oh well, we an check when we get to my house as well. If you’d like,” he said with a wink


  You told your mom you were going to your friends house, while Jared told his parents he felt sick and needed to go. You both met at his car, he played Starbomb on the way to his house, not bad music. Just different. 

His house was fucking huge, it had giant stone pillars at the entrance of the drive way and lights leading up to the front door. He parked in the giant four car garage and you went inside. The kitchen was big enough to be in a restaurant, the living room had a huge TV with surround sound and a shit load of DVDs. The hallways were covered in art, but not a single family photo, and the dining room was suited for a kingdom. You were in awe, Jared looked uninterested, he’d walked these halls his whole life, and to be honest he found the size of the house unnecessary and annoying. 

He lead you up to his room with a bottle of soda and cups in his hands. His room was small compared to the rest of the house, a futon, a desk with a computer, a large bookshelf, a TV with many gaming consoles around it and some game disks, and a closet. 

 "Take of your jacket and shoes, make yourself at home,“ he said as he took a seat at his desk to remove his dress shoes. You took off your heels and put them with the rest of the shoes by his bedroom door, and you cast his suit jacket you borrowed on to the back of his desk chair. You sat on the futon that was currently a bed, while he turned on the TV and picked a game. 

 "How about we play a friendly game of Mario Kart?" 

 And that’s how it began, what started as a calm game of Mario Kart turned into a very competitive game of Mario Kart.

 What started as sitting a foot apart on a futon became sitting with your sides pressed against the others, in order to shove the other and slide into first. 

What started as a hand on a thigh to distract the boy next to you, became a hand-job through his suit pants. 

What started as a crush and a bracelet became, so. Much. More. He leaned back, giving you the full area of his package. You rubbed slower, moving your body up level with his, and began kissing him. His lips were soft against yours, you moved in unison, said they had met a million times before. His hands slid up your legs, trying to get under the dress you were wearing, but his hands couldn’t get back your hip bones. 

 "What the actual fuck is going on with your clothing?” He asked leaning away from you. 

 "It’s not stretchy. It has a zipper on the back,“ you held back a laugh. 

 "Fuck. This was supposed to be romantic, like I’d slowly take off your dress to reveal your sexy lingerie, than you’d rip open my shirt, buttons flying off sexily, ya know?” He said, a bit too seriously. 

 "Well Jared, my dress won’t come off like that, I’m not wearing sexy lingerie, and you’re shirt won’t be fervently ripped from your muscles,“ you rolled you eyes at his fantasy.

 "Oh but I bet you’d like to see my six pack, if you can find it under all of my rolls,” he boasted, faking confidence. 

 "I like your rolls just fine, I have ones of my own. Together we’re a matching set!“ You tried to make him less uncomfortable in the room with you. He smile and kissed you again, his lips dipping down to your neck, one of his hands stroking your thigh. You pushed him onto his back, straddled his hips and pretended to rip open his shirt.

 "Ha you wish Kleinman, I have other ideas,” you kissed his neck and unbuttoned a single button, you slowly made your way down opening his shirt slowly, leaving hickys in your wake. He watched you do this, trying not to moan too loudly, god he wanted you so bad. You finished with his shirt and unbuttons his dress pants, you sat up and pulled them down his legs. You crawled back up and kissed him passionately, gently removing the shirt from his shoulders and pulling it off as you got off the bed. 

 He had been working on unzipping your dress the whole time and it was low on your back. You reached behind and pulled the zipper all the way down. You pulled it from your shoulders and let it cascade to the wood floor. You attempted to saunter out of the ring it had made but it was to no avail, your foot caught on the bundled fabric and you fell forward, Jared sitting up fast enough to catch you. 

 "Looks like you’re just falling all over me (y/n),“ he whispered pulling you on to him and kissing your neck. His hands finally getting to run down your bare sides. "Also I find your nude brassiere to be the sexiest lingerie,” his hands were all over you, you threw your leg over him and began grinding against his hard shaft. 

His fingers went to woke on your bra clasps, once he had successfully opened them he slid it down your arms and threw its across the room. 

 "Is the drama really necessary?“ You wanted to be able to find that one day. 

"Of fucking course it is (y/n). If I’m going to lose my virginity tonight that it’s going to be dramatic as fuck!” He looked at you appalled, because you had THE NERVE to ask him not to chuck your underwear. 

You were about to yell back when the sensation of his mouth flicking against your nipple cut you off. He took your other breast in his hand and rubbed your other nip with his thumb. He bit down softly on one and you let out a moan, his hips bucked in response. You threw your head back in pleasure, you’d never felt something so good. 

 "Oh god. Jared. Oh fuck,“ you moaned. He let go of your breast and hooked his thumbs on your panties, you shoved him on to the futon and began rubbing your wet cunt over his very excited member threw to layers of underwear. He couldn’t take anymore of your teasing, he pushed you off and ripped your panties down your legs. He spread your thighs and inserted two fingers inside of you, his thumb rubbing your clit roughly, your lower half was quaking at the sudden contact. Moans came out of your mouth like they were flowing from a waterfall. He curled them, hitting your G-Spot just right. 

 "I-Uhhh I thought your were a vigin,” you stated between moans. “I’m a visual learner sweetheart, and I’ve been taking visual lessons from Pornhub since I was 12,” he replied taking his fingers from your core and getting up. He strode to his computer desk opened a drawer and returned to you holding an aluminum package. You snatched it from his hands and read it, "Gotta Catch em’ all" was printed on it with a pokéball. You giggled and he ripped it open, pinching the tip and rolling it down his considerable length. 

“(Y/n) I’ve liked you for so long, and I really hope you’re okay with all of this,” “God Jared please just fuck me, I want you so bad. All of you. Even the rolls,” you smiled at him. He lined himself up and slid into you, moaning as he did so. He felt so good inside of you, he pulled out and thrusted back in slowly, his hips developed a rhythm and yours learned to match, it was slow but it felt so right. His shaft filling you up and hitting you just in the right spot. 

He noticed your right hand touching your clit and pulled it off, sucking your fingers and rubbing you instead. You pulled him down, kissing him as your both built up orgasms, he began speeding up, roughly grabbing your boob, the sensation of him hitting your g-spot, rubbing your clit, and playing with your breast was enough to throw you over the edge. Your walls tightened around him and you came, hard. Moaning his name as it washed over you, his thrusts became sloppier. 

 "Oh god (y/n) you’re so fucking tight. Oh you feel so good. Mmmm fucking heaven,“ he moaned as his orgasm built up. "OH GOD Ummmhhhhhh, ooohhhh my god you’re uhhh amazing, oh yes yes yessss,” he came, his orgasm better than ever, you felt just right against him. He pulled out and kissed you, than he cleaned himself up quickly. He pulled you up to his pillows and held you in his arms. You fell together, a mass of tangled limbs, in his small bed.


  When you woke up two hours later and it was to yelling. 

 "-MY BOSSES DAUGHTER, YOU SKIP A PARTY TO HAVE SEX WITH MY BOSSES DAUGHTER. I HOPE IT WAS FUCKING GOOD CAUSE IF HE FINDS OUT ABOUT THIS YOU'L BE GROUNDED FOR SO LONG YOU WON’T SEE ANOTHER NAKED WOMAN AGAIN!“ Jared’s dad screamed, a vein popping out of his forehead, the skin around it bright red. He stomped out of the room, slamming door, and leaving Jared and you alone.

 "I’m sorry,” you muttered, afraid this was your fault. 

 "Ha I’m not, your dad won’t find out and even if he does you were worth it,“ he smiled wrapping his arms around you. You cuddled together all night, happy to be together. Maybe things weren’t supposed to happen like this, but they went better this way. 

 "Oh I never did ask, how’d you know I got you that bracelet?”


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You Steal the Air out of My Lungs (You Make Me Feel It)

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written by: Emily | @prosciuttoe

prompt: ‘I know that you think I hate you but I swear to God I didn’t mean to hit you with my car.‘

word count: 2815

The funny thing is, under entirely different circumstances, Clarke’s pretty sure that she and Bellamy Blake could have been friends.

The first time she meets him, Kane is introducing them and he’s supposed to be showing her the ropes, since it’s her first day at the bookstore. He has a well-worn copy of Howl’s Moving Castle sticking out of his bag, freckles, and dark, messy curls that Clarke really wants to run her fingers through. (She’s… pretty intrigued, if she’s being entirely honest.)

But then he opens his big, stupid mouth, and suddenly all of her feelings of goodwill go up in smoke, because Bellamy Blake is, undoubtedly, a massive asshole.

He won’t stop calling her Princess, for one, and makes a face every time she so much as asks a question about the cash register. The constant jibes about her having gotten the job due to nepotism (so their boss may also be her mom’s fiancé, sue her) certainly don’t help either, and he actually laughs when a book display falls on her foot.

Suffice to say, he is definitely not her favorite person. On particularly bad days, she entertains a fantasy or two of shoving him down a flight of stairs. On worse ones, she dreams of pushing him down a manhole.

Still, murderous tendencies aside, Clarke doesn’t mean to actually run him over with her car.

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Lips Like Liquor


Scenario: Your friend really should’ve taken your phone. Now you’ve drunk texted Yoongi and there’s no turning back.

A/N: @zicosbabymamma here it is, boo. As pure usual, I’m a grumpy Gus about this. At first I liked it, but now I’m not so sure. It is what it is and I at least hope you enjoyed it.

Genre: Suga x Reader

Words: 6009

Disclaimers: As always, the gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!!

Warnings: Smut. Smutty Smut Smut.

Originally posted by gotjimin

You hadn’t regretted the dozens of texts you sent as much as you did when you saw him enter the bar. A dark blue baseball cap pulled low over his eyes as they scanned the dozens of faces. No doubt looking for a hint of your location inside the crowded room.  

You were trying to become one with the pleather booth. Not giving a damn about the food crumbs stuck between the headboard and seat or the old smell of sweat and booze stained inside the broken cracks. The only thing your drunk ass cared about was not being spotted; groaning inwardly at your idiotic idea to keep your phone on you.  

The regret not weighing enough to stop you from sending him that first text:

Let’s fuck.

You’d received “Kekekeke” almost seconds later. Only to send him another message that informed him what you’d implied wasn’t a joke. You wanted him, and wanted him for months, but you were just his friend. Your texts back of, “Yoongi, I just want to feel you one time. Just once. Please. We don’t have to mention it after…” Making him call you seconds after you sent it.

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