AN: First of all, Season 2 is my life and my religion and Stranger Things is one of the best tv shows I’ve ever watched honestly how they topped season 1 is mind blowing. Also, me being me and you guys know me well, I was attracted to many characters on this show but Hopper is daddy (in more ways than one). I want to write more stranger things so stick around and send in requests for any character but let’s kick this off with some pure smut. You’re welcome.
Summary: You get into some trouble and Hopper hides you away in the cabin until it blows over but isolation isn’t for you. (Basically this is what I figure would happen if Hopper had the argument with someone older.)
Pairing(s): Hopper x Reader
Word count: 1,593
Warnings: Reader is 18 so is of age. It’s cliche but you’ll like it, Mentions of dead parents. This is smut. So expect smut. Vaginal fingering, dry humping, rough sex, hair pulling, and strong language ahead. This takes place probably after season 2 as I need to use the cabin.
You were such an idiot. You were always so careful and this is the time you get caught.
You went to the only person you knew that could help you and it was Jim Hopper. He was friends with your father when your father was alive and you figured your dad asked Hopper to look out for you if anything ever happened to him.
Unfortunately for you, Hopper said there was nothing you could do except wait it out in hiding for it all to blow over and then took you out into the middle of nowhere to an old cabin and told you that this is where he hid Eleven.
He told you that he didn’t know how long it would be until the storm passed but you’d be safe there.
A/N: eeeeek! chapter 2 is here and it gets wild as heck guys! This chapter was so freakin’ fun to write, I kind of remixed the whole winter soldier movie plot to fit this in just right and I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader
Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?
Warnings: Violence. Angst. Some people get shot. Kidnapping. Feels.
You sat in the backseat of Natasha’s Porsche, listening as Steve explained the plan to you.
It wasn’t very thorough as you imagined it would be, but it was way better than Sam’s plan, which was to get Tony Stark involved. Apparently, this was a super top secret mission, one the millionaire had no business knowing about. You rolled your eyes as Steve explained to you that you would leave the minute the fighting started.
“I don’t see why,” Natasha chimed in, smirking over at Steve. “She’s a big girl.”
“Last I checked everyone in this car had military training except for Y/N.” He pressed, buckling the buckle on his helmet.
You scoffed; you were more than capable of handling your own, but as much as you hated to admit, this Winter Soldier had the same serum as Steve. Which meant he could probably break you in half with minimal to no effort. You liked being able to walk, thank you very much.
You gazed out of the window next to you, watching the scenery go by with each turn. Steve was doing better, which put you at ease for now. You still had no idea what would happen once the four of you arrived at the base. You were beyond concerned now.
You looked back over to Steve, who was preoccupied by the shield in his hands, fiddling with it anxiously. When you turned back around, you were met with a pair of black goggles and a heavily masked face.
Before you could scream, the man brought his fist forward and busted through the window.
Natasha swerved erratically, trying to avoid the many cars in front of her as the man began punching holes through the roof of the car. You screamed when you felt a metal hand grab ahold of your shirt and tug forcefully, ripping the material.
“Y/N!” Steve exclaimed, his eyes wide with fear.
Natasha slammed on the breaks, causing the man to fly off the hood and tumble onto the concrete.
“Everybody out!” she screamed, gathering her pistols. You exited the car, holding the small pistol in your hand. You’ve never shot a gun before, and you were mentally kicking yourself for never asking Steve to teach you. Sam expanded his wings and began soaring into the air towards the masked man.
You watched as Natasha and Steve sprinted towards the man, dodging the spray of bullets gracefully. You, on the other hand, ducked behind a car and aimed your pistol.
“It’s not that hard, right?” you whispered to yourself, your legs trembling as you closed one of your eyes and aligned the barrel of the gun with the man’s head. “It’s just like Call of Duty!” you laughed nervously.
One of the hydra agents pulled out a missile launcher and aimed it right at the car. Steve immediately ran towards you, holding his shield in his front of him. The missile hit the shield directly, sending him flying over the edge of the bride. Once you saw Natasha get hit violently by the man’s metal arm, sending her flying into the side of a car, you closed your eyes.
And you fired.
When you opened them again, the masked man was on the ground. You perked up from behind the car, your eyes wide with shock and your mouth turned upward into a triumphant grin. You felt your heart beating wildly in your chest as you stared at the man from afar. Your smile faded as soon as you saw the man moving.
He sat up, rolling onto his hands and knees, before standing up completely. From where you stood, you could see the bullet lodged in the lense of his goggles that were shielding his eyes.
You backed away slowly as he glared at you. His eyes focused on yours, taking in your features. His head slowly cocked to the side as he stared you down. You stood frozen in the middle of the street, completely unsure what to do.
The hydra agent behind him shouted at him angrily in Russian, aiming his own gun at you as well. You felt your heart skipping beats in your chest as you watched the man approach the soldier.
“Fucking shit!” you cursed, taking a step back.
Instantly, the man’s eyes widened at the sound of your voice. His eyes became frantic, his breaths came out in short, rapid huffs. He shook his head, as if to rid himself of some evil-like thoughts. The gun in his hand dropped to the ground as he clutched his head.
“Солдат, закончи свою миссию!” Soldier, finish your mission!
You watched in horror as the masked man unsheathed a black blade and in one move, slit the man’s throat. He turned back around, staring at you with his dead eyes.
And began walking towards you.
The bullets barely missed your head as you sprinted down the sidewalk.
You scurried around the many panicked people as they ran beside you. The bullets hit multiple people around you, but thankfully, they managed to miss you every single time. You made a sharp turn down a dark alley, hoping he’d get distracted for a moment.
As you ran, you could hear the faint footsteps growing closer and closer. You huffed, feeling your sides begin to ache from the sprinting, but you refused to slow down.
You were almost to the end of the alley, when you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist and haul you back into the alley. You began screaming, kicking everywhere you could with all your might. He managed to get you far enough away from the street before spinning you around and planting a hard slap onto your face.
You cried out, feeling your cheek burn from the harsh contact. Blinking through the tears, you noticed the man was staring at you oddly once again. You watched as his head cocked to the side, his gaze set on the tears running down your face.
Realizing he was distracted, you swung your fist into his face as hard as you could.
His head jerked back violently and you watched as the black mask flew from his face and landed onto the concrete with a small plop.
He turned around and you were hit with the strongest sensation of déjà vu.
You swore up and down on everything you own, that you’ve seen this man before. You didn’t know how or when or where, but you’ve seen him.
He was gorgeous. Really gorgeous. You probably would’ve developed a small crush on him if he weren’t a raging psychopath and trying to murder you and your friends.
“Who the hell are you?” he spat, his eyes wild with fear. They burned into your fearful ones as you stared back, your mouth hanging open. With a deep breath, you brought your leg up to his ribs and kicked with all your might.
He grunted, jolting back from the force of your kick. But to your dismay, you didn’t do any kind of damage. His grip on your wrist tightened painfully, you cried out as you felt your wrist seering with pain.
His eyes dilated, his brows furrowed as he scowled. In one move, he launched his fist forward, hitting you directly in the face.
Then everything went black.
When you woke, the only thing you could hear was silence and the soft sounds of what sounded like a metal clinking together.
You opened your eyes, wincing at the brightness of the light above you. Especially the ache in your eye. You blinked, trying to fully comprehend what had just happened, most importantly, where the hell you were.
“Who are you?” a deep voice pulled you from your thoughts.
It came out more of a demand. His voice was completely monotone, but still deep with authority. There he was, The Winter Soldier. The man who punched your lights out a while ago. Steve’s best friend, only, he didn’t look friendly at all.
He looked terrifying.You peered around the room, taking in your surroundings. Somehow, he managed to take you to a shady little motel. From what you could peek from under the blinds as you lie on the bed, you were far from New York. The familiar sounds of traffic and civilians passing by was completely gone, leaving you in eerie silence instead.
“Are you fucking deaf?” he spat, his face twisting into a scowl. You shook your head, feeling the tears pooling in your eyes. You were trembling as well.
“N-No,” you answered timidly.
“Then answer my damn question. Who are you?”
“I’m Y/N,” you replied, feeling the tears running down your face. “Y/N Y/L/N.”
He stared off into the distance, as if he were processing the information in his head. Was he really a human computer like Sam said? You were terrified as it was, but being around a terminator was even more horrific. You waited for him to ask another question, but it never came. Instead, he leaned back into his chair, placing the pistol back onto the table.
“Are you going to kill me?” you heard yourself ask. Immediately, you shut your mouth. Why would you give him the idea? From what you knew, he was crazy, probably from all the brainwashing.
His blue eyes flickered back over to you, and you swore by everything, you saw them soften momentarily before they were back at to their original coldness from before.
“Are you going to hurt me?” you asked, this time with more volume in your voice. Immediately, he stood from the chair and you jumped, backing away as far as you were allowed. He slowly made his way over to you, his dark gaze burning into your teary eyes in a predatory manner. You flinched as he sat beside your legs.
“The man on the bridge,” he spoke, his voice still in the same nonchalant tone. “Who was he?”
“His name is Steve,” you answered, watching his expression change. “Steve Rogers, he was your best friend since childhood.”
He didn’t respond, instead, he ran his hands over his face. You watched as he ran his fingers through his long, dark hair. Despite being insane, he was extremely handsome, you’d give him that. His jawline looked like it could cut glass, and those eyes. They were twice as blue as Steve’s, twice as beautiful, too.
You pulled yourself out of your thoughts, mentally scolding yourself. This man was probably going to kill you, maybe after he did god knows what with you before, yet here you were ogling over him like some A list celebrity.
He turned towards you, his face set in a frown.
“I knew him,” he admitted, his eyes full of a mixture of confusion and hurt. “I knew him a long time ago.” You nodded, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. Why were you acting this way?
“But you…” He whispered, staring into your eyes fiercely.
As promised, here is my list of ereri ficrecs THIS LIST IS FUCKING HUGE BTW (50+ fics). So, feel free to blacklist ‘sarah’s ficrec’ in order to keep this from clogging your dash. I think I have them organized pretty well, but I really don’t have a good understanding of the word, so yeah. Also, I feel like I should mention this: if your fic appears on this list, and I haven’t left kudos IM SORRY I AM TERRIBLE ABOUT FORGETTING TO LEAVE THEM. And, all works posted only come from Archive of Our Own. So, anything posted exclusively to Tumblr, FanFiction, etc. is not going to be on this list. Also, if any of the multi-chapter fics are rated ‘E’: IT PROBABLY HAS SOME FRICK FRACK. So, please be wary of tags. All the fics are posted in alphabetical order.
In the depths of the city of Trost, there lies a dangerous and violent rivalry between Sina Academy and Maria Grammar School. The debacle unfolds when Eren Jaeger takes one step too far in his hatred toward the Sina elite, when defending his best friend. With his education on the line, he’s signed up to help develop the annual festival hosted by his school for the town – a perfect opportunity to upstage Sina Academy in a form of revenge. Events lead to first encounters and Eren meets Levi, the mysterious lead singer of a local rock band, and his friends. The tension unravels as Eren tries his hardest to make his school the best it can be and attempt to keep his lacking love life in check, all whilst trying to grow up with those surrounding him.
It was only supposed to be for a little while, just until Eren got his degree in psychology and Rivaille paid back his debts to Grisha. But what was only supposed to be for a while turned into an unlikely roommate romance between a college psychology major and a hardass, sleep-deprived doctor, and it all goes downhill from there.
Eren doesn’t really like gay people. Well, and that’s putting it lightly. Somehow, Armin convinces – read ‘blackmails’ – him into joining Trost High’s Gay-Straight Alliance in the hopes of altering his chauvinistic attitude. Now enter Levi, who is pretty damn smart and badass and different, and who begins cropping up everywhere like a weed in the neat flowerbed of Eren’s life. He is also, unfortunately for Eren, very very gay.
Otherwise known as the high school!AU in which pretty much no one is straight, Hanji runs the experiment of their lifetime, and maybe there is more backstory to Eren’s bigotry than first meets the eye.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to be at auditions, Levi acknowledges—if there’s anything that’s true about him, it’s that he will never do something unless he really wants to, on some level. ‘That’s the only stupid reason I said yes to this,’ he grouses, scowling. ‘Never should have watched Dr. Horrible with Erwin and Hanji that one time. Note to self: don’t let anyone know you like things. Liking things is stupid and gives people a way to exploit you because they know you want to do Dr. Horrible like nobody’s fucking business, and they were counting on that. Ugh. I hate them. I hate people.’
Enter a certain bright-eyed freshman who can’t seem to keep his mouth shut.
The story of Levi (“Why bother trying to make friends when you can learn to control people instead?”) and Eren (“Because you can control people better when they think that they’re your friends. They don’t even know they’re being manipulated.”) coping with social interaction at college in their own different ways.
Eren is a stubborn omega that refuses to submit to any Alpha’s will. No one can make him surrender and therefore he has prided himself on his ability to resist the most imposing Alphas out there. Enter Levi, an beautiful Alpha that makes Eren’s inside wet (literally) and never backs down from a challenge. He set on making Eren his Omega but Eren doesn’t play nice. Now if only that nagging voice inside of him begging for submission would just shut up, Eren will be just fine resisting the beautiful raven.
The story is about Levi: A neurotic man who suffers from depression, is successful at writing but unsuccessful at everything else. Setting: Breakfast (never in the morning) at his favorite diner, a record store that hasn’t dusted its ceiling fan since the 1970’s, a hole in the wall cafe to drink black tea and judge the terrible tongue tied poets on the shoddy ill-lit stage, a park with swings that are always annoyingly wet, and his immaculate apartment in the city. Levi is riddled with quirky traditions and struggles with anxiety, still battling childhood memories he can never completely forget. Then enter Eren Jaeger, the too loud and too passionate guitar player that takes the stage one night that just won’t stop staring at Levi. Eren is full of hope and promise and everything Levi needs, but Levi can’t have what’s good for him. Right?
Noisy neighbors, nursling dinosaurs, satanic box cutters, shitty convenience store management, the word ‘fuck’, hereditary (but not really) homosexuality, beer and ramen, pennies, truckstops, strippers, closets, semi-public defacing, rings, house parties, “recreational” drug use, accidental rendezvous, toxic stew (don’t eat the stew), nice abs, housewives–batteries not included, over-educational movie sessions, copious domesticity, kittens named after landlords, a shit joke at participating locations, and many, many happy endings.
A modern AU in which Eren moves into the apartment directly above Levi’s.
Eren Jaeger is sharp, determined and hard working but doesn’t consider himself beautiful or good looking in the least. When he lands his dream job, working at Survey Corp Publications as the Executive Assistant to a high-end Fashion magazine’s Editor-in-Chief, his life is turned Topsy-Turvy. All he wants to do is work hard to become an Editor, but his boss Levi seems keen on making his life a living hell.
Levi is a notorious playboy who gets what he wants both in and out of the bedroom. As Editer-in-Chief of New York’s best selling high-end Fashion Magazine, Levi is forced to work with an overly determined, hot-headed brat with a rat’s nest for hair and the most incredible eyes he’s ever seen and it’s all because of Erwin Smith.
Basically the one with thousands of words of Eren and Levi crushing like crazy on each other, and being absolutely freaking ridiculous together, and slowly falling in love against the backdrop of modern-day Vancouver.
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Levi only realizes how much he’s not paying attention to anything around him when there are shoes beside the puddle he’s drawing. Looks up to find Eren standing right there in the rain, the hood on his jacket pulled back, and his hair plastered down against his head. He’s just standing there, and – he’s watching Levi with an expression that looks so fond it actually hurts; and Levi’s just managed to get his breath back and open his mouth when Eren moves closer, and Levi loses his air all over again.
Autocracy — a system where one leader has absolute power — is the only government that exists in prison. Levi is the current ‘Top Dog,’ and for years, no one has had the mind to challenge his position — at least, no one until now. Enter: Eren Jaeger, a new inmate with indefinite mentalities and obscure motives. With the power to shake Levi’s throne, Eren becomes the one exception of everything.
Eren joins the Keith Shadis Self Defense Academy as part of a deal with Armin. For the rest of the summer he has one-on-one sessions with the district’s best martial artist and captain of the Academy’s elite tournament competitors, Levi. Levi is known for scaring off students with his brutal teaching methods, but in order to become an instructor, he needs to prove that he can hold a student in private lessons. Levi doesn’t want to soften himself in order to get promoted, and Eren doesn’t want to become another cowardly student. Eren plans to become Levi’s first official student. The fat crush he develops on Levi is unplanned, but not entirely unwelcome.
Working as a desk clerk for Sina Enterprises isn’t the most grandiose job out there, but it sure beats every other option Eren had jotted down since graduation. Troubled past behind him, Eren strives to make a name for himself by not fucking up the only good thing he has going for him. But when a certain foul-mouthed and dapper executive waltzes through the lobby doors, Eren is more than willing to set aside his “no fraternizing with the higher-ups” rule. However, the engagement ring on Levi’s finger proves to be a deal breaker. It was supposed to be a one night stand, one night to get each other out of their systems, but the two of them bit off more than they could chew.
Eren never expected to be here. Never, in his life, he had thought of a situation that would lead him into this. Sure he had had some strange experiences. For example, that one time he ended up wandering in a girl’s underwear shop for almost two hours, before noticing where he was (he even had chosen a pair of panties). This, however, was another level.
It’s the week of the yearly Trust Initiative Teen Action Network (T.I.T.A.N.) retreat but this year Levi is left out in the cold when Hanji breaks her leg. To make things worse, Principal Smith gets a replacement chaperone—the new, very green English teacher Eren Jaeger. Levi and Eren butt heads over every little thing from professional to personal. Despite all of this, Levi finds himself distracted by the red long johns the fashion-challenged Eren wears under all of his winter gear and just how to get into them…
Later that night, he ends up lying in bed with Levi, the air cool on his skin.
Eren’s already out of his shirt, down to nothing but his pants; but Levi’s in no hurry, it seems. Still has all his clothes on, and is propped up on one elbow, trailing his fingers along Eren’s chest and stomach as Eren lies there on his back and tries his best to not squirm all over, his pants tented obscenely and his fingers twisted in the sheets. He’s flushed pretty much all the way down his neck and chest, at this point. Grits his teeth and tries to think over how hard his heart is beating.
Shit, it’s hard to think when Levi’s looking at him like that.
Eren is trying desperately to figure out what he wants. Levi knows all too well what he wants, and that he probably shouldn’t pursue it. (Make that definitely.) But temptation is a bitch, Levi is far from a saint, and Eren is way too hard to resist.
That night, he wakes up – he’s not even sure when he managed to fall asleep – with Eren’s mouth a phantom press against his own, and his hands tangled into the sheets instead of Eren’s hair.
Lies there and pants, his heart slamming in his chest, and then wipes an arm across his eyes, and rolls out of bed. His knees aren’t quite steady and his face is flushed; and he slides on his slippers and wraps his housecoat tight around himself, and then crosses the room to splash some water on his face.
Ends up leaning over the basin with his hands holding tight to the table, doing his best to not look in the mirror, because he really doesn’t like what he sees there.
Eren sits on the edge of the bed. Levi waits for him to lie down next to him so they can sleep, but Eren just continues to stare at the floor. He looks like he’s working up the nerve to say something, so Levi waits patiently, and sure enough, Eren turns to him a minute later and opens his mouth.
Rising in the chain of command normally isn’t something worth celebrating, but after a division-wide toast that triggers a foreign sense of merriment in him, Levi isn’t above getting his hands a little dirty. Lucky for him, Eren’s been waiting for this night for the last six years.
Levi moves away from the only town he’s ever known, off to university and away from his two friends, Isabel and Farlan. Having roommates is a new experience, one that he thinks will be totally unpleasant, but when the last person to turn up is a gorgeous male omega, his perspective changes.
Unfortunately for him, it’s bad practice to fuck your flatmate. Levi has a tough year ahead.
Levi wonders if it is ironic or just pure coincidence that Eren’s weakest spot is the back of his neck. He licks one, two stripes across that exposed nape, then another up, then down, reveling in how this always turns Eren into a keening mess in his arms.
Eren has always thought Levi couldn’t express any sort of emotion, let alone show it, but, after Levi ignores him for three whole days and Eren demands an explanation, he’s led into a whole variety of emotions regarding his corporal.
When people ask Levi about how his summer holiday went, he’ll say ordinary things about the weather, the food, and the hotel. But actually, the first thing that comes to his mind, and the one story he’ll never tell, is how Eren had been a horny little shit at the beach.
Please note that the length of some of the multichapter fics is obviously going to change (same thing goes for the ratings). So, please don’t hold me to these word counts. Also, more fics may be added, because I am positive I have forgotten some. I sincerely hope this sates all of your ereri fanfic needs, because this took forFUCKINGever. And, what are art skillz bc look at my shit drawing omfg ahahhahahahahah.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), Hair Pulling, Public Oral Sex, Public Sex, Unprotected Sex, Rock Wall Sex, Potential Spoilers from The Fever Code
Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @dylan-trash-tbh I FINISHED YOUR THOMAS SIN IN ONE DAY. I hope you like it because I love you!
On a side note, this is your ONLY WARNING. The first part of this is potentially spoilerish. It contains a bit of the happenings in the Fever Code. If you have not read the book and do not want to be slightly spoiled on this part, skip the italics at the beginning. The rest of the fic is centered around the second movie.
A/N: Heh, I know I am like four months late on MM requests. But, I take a lot of time to make sure these fics are good for you guys. This one for Jumin Han (My bae~). They wanted fluffy smut.
Jumin liked watching her sleep, he liked the way her
chest slowly rose and fell. He liked the way her hair became frizzy and flew
everywhere. But, what Jumin liked the most…. Was her pajamas. She was a fan of
shorts and a tank top, exposing the skin he would love to mark, if given the
chance. Jumin wanted everything in his life to be precise, perfect, and timed
well. It’s what made him a fantastic businessman. He didn’t want to rush what
he had with Y/N, he wanted her to be able to understand how much he cared for
her, that he was learning all he could to be the best boyfriend she could ever
Even if that meant forcing himself to be patient. When it
came to Y/N, everything flew out the window. His self-control for one thing, he
loathed how she made his body ache, his heart race, and his head muddled. One
word from her and he was ready to do anything for her. He wanted her. In every
sense of the word. He wanted her to be his. Only his. But, he was content to
wait. Like a lion teasing its prey. So, he waited, watching her sleep.
It’s days before he can fully set his plan in motion. He
is almost guilty, leaving her at home all the time. But, it only strengthens
his resolve, his need to be with her. Jumin waited all day, even going as far
as to ignore her texts. Trying to build up any sort of tension he could for
himself, some form of self-control. He knew that it made him seem like a dick.
He just didn’t care. Even Jaehee had something to say about the matter, but he
brushed her off. Jumin promptly ended his day at 5:00pm, surprising all his
colleagues and headed home. He swung the door to his penthouse open, his breath
catching as he saw her.
Y/N was sprawled out on the couch, a large novel in hand,
and Elizabeth the 3rd curled on her lap. She was engrossed in the
story, not even noticing him until Elizabeth the 3rd meowed,
signaling that Jumin had arrived home.
“Jumin, you’re home early.” She was surprised, her eyes
widening in delight. She gently shifted her weight, getting up from the couch
and walking over to him. She was so much shorter than him and it was endearing.
Y/N wrapped her arms around Jumin, his hand reaching out to stroke her hair.
“Did you see the clothes laid out for you in the
bedroom?” Jumin looked at her sweetly, Nel shook her head.
“I’ve been reading all day; I haven’t been in the
bedroom.” He kissed her forehead and chuckling. She was too cute.
“I am taking you out tonight, let’s go out to eat.” He
suggested, Y/N eyed him suspiciously. He never suggested leaving the penthouse.
Jumin preferred to do everything at home, if Y/N was with him he seemed to be
content. Either way, getting her out of the house for even a few hours would
allow the rest of his plan to be set in motion. “How about a picnic?”
“Okay?” She poised a question, confused. Though, she
would not be opposed to a night out with Jumin, she just assumed there were
ulterior motives. Jumin meant everything to her and she did love him. She
however, knew that he tended to be a little extravagant. Y/N was not someone who
liked to be spoiled, she always preferred to spend for others and expect
nothing in return. Being with Jumin challenged her comfort zone.
“Go get dressed, I’ll meet you out here in ten minutes.”
His voice was smooth like bittersweet chocolate. She nodded and retreated into
the bedroom, a beautiful dress was laid out over the bed, it was ivory in
color, with lace trim around the neck. She slipped it on and pulled her hair
into a ponytail, not sure whether he wanted her to be overly formal. The dress
seemed casual though, especially since he was suggesting a picnic. When she
remerged Jumin gave her a warm smile taking her hands in his.
“You look exquisite,” Jumin murmured, eyes searching
hers. Y/N blushed. They walked out of the penthouse, his hand never leaving
hers. His phone vibrated once, he used his other hand to check, making sure to
obscure the phone from Y/N’s view. His team had gone into the penthouse and
begun the preparations. They journeyed onward, enjoying each other’s company
until nightfall. To which he took her home.
“Jumin, you’re acting strangely.” Y/N stated looking up
at him in the car on the way home. He smiled at her and shook his head.
“I’m behaving quite normally Y/N,” He kissed her forehead
before pulling away. Y/N pursed her lips. Jumin was always overly affectionate
towards her, he was being distant… holding himself back and that concerned her.
When they returned to the penthouse Y/N was shocked at the amount of detail
that went into what was waiting. Roses strewn about the house, candles, and a
bowl of cherries. Which confused her slightly. Cherries were her favorite
fruit. Though, she had no idea the extent to what Jumin had in store for her.
Jumin gave her a coy smile, setting hi jacket down on the armchair beside her
and wrapping his arms around her shoulders. “Do you like it?”
“Jumin, it’s gorgeous.” She breathed leaning back into
his touch. “But, what’s the occasion?” Jumin picked up a cherry from the bowl
and bit the morsel, pulling the stem out and twirling it in his fingers before
discarding it. He grabbed another cherry and offered it to her. Y/N took the
cherry from him.
“I told you, everything would have had to be carefully
“What…” She trailed off confused, before she felt his
grip move to her waist. It clicked in her head then. The sudden realization
that they would both get to have each other. Be with each other. She shivered
in excitement. Jumin pushed her hair to the side nuzzling her neck and placing
a kiss on the skin there. Y/N turned to look at the taller male. A smirk graced
his lips, Y/N ran her fingers over his cheek. He leaned into her touch before
leaning down to kiss her lips softly. His hands were at her hips, lifting her
up as he walked to their bedroom.
kissed her still, trying his best to breathe through his nose and keep an eye
on where he was going. Y/N tasted of cherries and wine, his heart fluttered in
his chest and she pulled away; a gasp leaving her while her hands gripped his shoulders.
Jumin set her down gently on his bed, his hands undoing the knot on his tie.
The look on his face was predatory, though it held a softness to it as well. Y/N
swallowed thickly, watching as he kicked his loafers off and rolled the sleeves
of the navy-blue dress shirt up. Y/N had already taken her shoes off, unsure of
what to do. He seemed appeased just looking at her. She continued to watch as
Jumin removed his tie, the silky material glided off his collar and he tossed
it onto the floor.
“Do you like watching me?” He questioned, a smirk
befalling his features. Y/N nodded slowly and he chuckled at her wide-eyed
expression. She looked so pure, so innocent sitting there, lip caught between
her lip and cheeks tinged red. He reveled in the feeling, that surge of white
hot arousal that moved through his chest and down to his cock. “Will you take
off your clothes for me Y/N?” Jumin poised the question sweetly, even though it
was more of a command and she listened to him. Stripping down to her barest
form for him. Jumin nearly preened at the sight, removing his own clothes after
she did. He kneeled in front of her.
“Jumin…” Her voice was barely above a whisper and his eyes
met hers. A smile graced his face and he placed a hand on her cheek, pulling
her close to kiss her. Y/N grasped at his hair and yanked herself close to him,
tongue tracing over his lips. He slid her up the bed, lips detaching from hers
and moving along her neck and down her chest. She watched with hooded lids as
his lips ghosted down to her cunt. Y/N tipped her head back and let out a sharp
burst of air. Jumin laved at her clit, one hand sliding back up her torso to
twist at a hardened nipple. Y/N cried out hand muffling the sound and Jumin
worked that much harder to get her to come on his tongue. He drove a finger
into her slowly, working her up until she arched her back with a hoarse cry.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Jumin rose from his position,
hand pumping his cock twice before he reached into the bedside drawer for a
condom. Y/N grabbed his hand replacing it with her own and causing him to
pause. Jumin groaned, head falling forward and Y/N pumped his cock fervently,
spreading pre-come all around the head of his cock before pulling away. Jumin
let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in and fumbled with the
condom. Y/N laid back against the satin white sheets of their shared bed and he
nearly came from the sight alone. Jumin crawled between her spread legs,
sliding his cock up her slit, teasing her before sliding inside her.
“Jumin, move… please.” She whimpered, eyes fluttering
close. Only then did he move, rocking slowly inside her and whispering how much
he loved her into her ear. She met his slow thrusts, hands gripping his back as
she begged for him to move faster. He wasn’t going to last. Jumin acquiesced
her request, the room filled with a cacophony of sounds. Jumin’s hips roughly
slapped against her, his left hand held her hip, while his right hand moved to
toy with her clit. She tightened around him, making him cry out loudly. He didn’t
try and hide his moans, hide his pleasure as he spilled into the condom. Jumin
rolled his hips into her still, riding out his orgasm as he determinedly moved
his fingers against her clit. Y/N came with a silent scream, whole body
tensing. Jumin pulled out of her and disposed of the used condom. He brought a
warm washcloth back into the room and ran it over her skin, cleaning her up and
kissing her temple.
“I love you, I made it perfect for you.” Jumin murmured into
her skin as he curled up next to her. Their breathing soothing each other to
Daryl Dixon tells you he has a confession before one of your week long supply trips with Maggie, but once you return, Daryl seems a little hesitant to go through with it.
Daryl Dixon x Reader
Warnings: Cussing, talk of sex.
The supply run was a complete bust, only arriving back at Alexandria
with a few items on the list of things needed, plus a few things that weren’t
listed. At this point, you couldn’t be too picky. Most towns were bare of
anything salvageable and most runs took anywhere from two weeks to two months.
You fiddle with the small box in your hands, twisting it between your
fingers as the truck pulls through the gates, seeing a very familiar face
directing Maggie where to park. Abe was smiling, though you weren’t quite sure
how to feel about that smile on his face. It was hard to pick Abraham
sometimes, never knowing what was going through his mind.
“Find anything useful?” Abe asks, strolling over to your window and
peering inside. He notices the box in your hand and raises an eyebrow. “That?”
“Shut up.” You push your door open and jump from the truck, landing on
your feet perfectly. “It’s a gift.” You state as you walk by the ginger and
help Maggie unload the bags. It wasn’t much, just a few cans of food and maybe
there was a diaper bag in there for Judith. At this point, it was hard to
remember what you grabbed.
“Hey!” Carl ran over, his hat sitting atop his head as usual, with a
giant smile plastered across his cheeks. “Find any games?” He asked eagerly.
The boy had been asking for any kind of entertainment for months now, since
they found him a small gaming device that still worked, but only for the next
couple of weeks. There was no way to charge it, bringing the fun to an end
quickly for the growing boy.
Maggie’s lips turn down and she gently shakes her head at the young boy
that had somehow passed her height. “Not this time, buddy.”
That doesn’t seem to bring Carl’s mood down too much. He grins, agreeing
that next time they would have luck, and ran off to play with one of the other
“What is with everyone?” You ask Maggie as you take the bags up to the
kitchen. “It’s like a damn Hallmark movie up in here.”
Maggie laughs at your comment, nodding ever so slightly at the thought
of such a happy life. “Wouldn’t that be nice? I can only remember the WalMart
“WalMart baby!” You giggle.
As you two talk about the movie, you come up to Daryl’s house. The
garage door is open, revealing his precious motorcycle sitting in pieces.
Though that wasn’t exactly what caught your attention. No, what caught your
attention was the Dixon ass poking out from the hood of one of the old supply
trucks. You knew it had run out of gas some time back and blown some sort of
fuse. Daryl was asked weeks ago to fix it.
You feel your legs slow down as you got closer, wanting to linger just a
little bit to watch as his butt wiggles in the air as he cussed at the engine
and made a loud clanking sound with
Maggie gave you a small push toward the man and, with a wink, took the
bag from you. She scurries off to meet Glenn, Rick, and Abe.
Feeling your heart race against your chest, you decide that now was the
time. You make your way over to Daryl, the man you’ve had a crush on since you
laid eyes on him. It was unsure why, seeing as you hardly dated before the apocalypse,
leaving you a bit confused when it came to dating.
Not that you weren’t good looking or anything of the sort. Honestly, you
always felt confident in your looks, especially without making yourself up and
dressing in those frilly dresses all the girls used to wear. You were naturally
pretty, you just weren’t into the dating scene all too much. Guys were never on
top of your list.
“Son of a–!” Daryl pops his head up, sucking on his index finger as he
whips around and catches you staring at him. His body tenses up as he slowly
lets his finger fall from his lips, his eyes squinting, trying to figure you
out as quickly as possible.
“I brought you something.” You force a smile onto your lips. Daryl was
your crush, and Daryl liked to flirt back, but you always thought that was
Daryl, giving in to your little game. You never thought he was serious about
it, never. He would always make fun of the way you were looking at him, giving
him the ‘fuck me’ look and licking your lips every time he rearranged his junk
in front of you. You were completely and utterly smitten by this man.
“Me?” The words came out in a low growl, the very same growl that made
your skin crawl and that smile to spread across your cheeks. “What is it?”
With a swift movement, you hand him the pack of cigarettes you knew he
likes, unopened and with a working lighter tied around it. “Found it in the house
we raided. Thought you could use it.” You shrug, remembering Daryl telling you
a while ago that he was in need of a good smoke.
Daryl nods a thanks, though his lips remain in a thin line and his
shoulders still look tense.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, not able to shake off the fact that Daryl was
the only one in town that hadn’t smiled at you yet, or hardly given you much of
a look at all. “Everyone else is in a good mood.”
A cigarette between his teeth already, Daryl lights it quickly and takes
a long drag, fluttering his eyelids closed as he took in his nicotine. He
breathes the smoke out, blowing it out of the corner of his mouth so it didn’t catch
in your face. “Dunno.”
“What’s going on between us?” You bring your voice down, knowing that
anyone could be eavesdropping.
He pocketed the pack and slips the stick between his fingers. “Not sure
what you mean.” He grumbles and looks back inside the engine of the truck,
clearly avoiding the subject.
A little bit of courage bursts inside you. You cross your arms over your
chest. Maggie was right—you needed to talk to Daryl about this. All the mixed
signals were getting in the way of something that could potentially be great.
“Just before I left, you acted like you wanted to tell me something and
now you’re doing your best to push me away.” You point out the obvious, wishing
you hadn’t the moment the words left your lips.
Daryl looks up at you, the cigarette hanging between his teeth as he
flicks his eyes up to meet yours. His lips are still in a thin line and his jaw
clenches. “That was before I started thinkin’, doll. I ain’t got nuthin’ to
say.” And he went back to his tinkering.
“Daryl.” You say sternly, standing your ground and promising yourself
not to back down now. “Why can’t we just have a normal conversation?”
“There ain’t nuthin’ worth sayin’.” Daryl flicks the bud onto the ground
and stomps it out with the heel of his boot. His hair falls into his face, but
he doesn’t push it back. It gives him a little cover from the truth.
Anger shot through you and you ball your left hand into a fist, ready to
slam it on the hood of the nearest car. “Before I left, you started to say
something. I want to know what that something was.” You demand him. “If it has
anything to do with this age gap then—“
“Age gap?” His eyes move back, meeting yours as he straightens his back
up and crosses his arms. His muscles flex and relax again, giving you a little
shiver down your spine. You loved when Daryl went sleeveless and showed off
those curvy arms of his. “Fuckin’ age gap? I don’t care ‘bout no age, Y/N.”
‘Then what is it?” You were no longer quiet, you raise your voice to get
a point across. You wouldn’t let him go until he gave you an explanation this
time. Daryl was a quiet man, likes to stick to himself, but he wouldn’t be able
to just bury his emotions now.
Daryl shifts his weight from one foot to the other and kicks at a pebble
on the ground, allowing his arms to fall at his sides. He turns his nose up to
the sky just before he opens his mouth and tries to think of a way to answer
that will both satisfy you and keep him out of trouble. “I can’t afford to lose
That should have been something sweet shared between two lovers. Coming
from a Dixon, it was much more. The sound of him saying those words to you
melts your heart, even though you were still upset with him, it made this a
“You won’t lose me.” You smile, assuring the man.
Daryl looks up, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red at the
realization of what he said. “Forget it.” He growls and returns to his job.
Maybe it was the adrenaline, but you found yourself padding over to
Daryl and wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. It was something you’ve
dreamt of doing for weeks now. To feel his skin against yours, that was much
needed. “You won’t lose me.”
He grabs both your wrists and shoves you off him, carefully. You drop
your hands to your sides and it feels like your heart was ripped from your chest.
Daryl watches you with his eyes narrowed and his chest heaving like a wild dog getting
ready for an attack.
“If I let you get close, I’ll end up losing you.”
He wasn’t making any sense to you. You tilt your head to the left and
let your own hair fall in your face, not bothering to push it aside. “If you
let me closer, we can have a good time.”
“I’m too rough.” He rumbles.
“Rough?” You blink your eyes a couple of times, still very confused. “I
can handle that.”
Daryl savagely shakes his head and flings his hair everywhere. “Naw.
Naw, you can’t and I’m not allowing myself to take a chance.”
It takes you another minute to understand what Daryl was rambling about.
You assumed, at first, he meant he was rough around relationships, hardly
knowing how to be in one. Now, you were realizing he wasn’t talking about just
the relationship. Daryl was scared of physically hurting you.
“I fuck up too bad.” Daryl goes on, but he didn’t seem to realize you
were slowly moving closer to him, taking the final five steps to close the
space between the two of you.
“Fuck me up, Daryl.” You purr, pressing your chest to his and leaning up
on your tiptoes just a little. “Show me how you’re an animal in bed.”
Daryl gulps and his eyes flick from your eyes to your lips, all the way
down to your breasts which are placed against his chest, wanting to pop out of
that shirt you were wearing. He’s thinking hard on it, wanting to resists but
at the same time, loving the challenge. The spark ignited in his eyes, shining
through as he grabbed your waist with enough force to leave a bruise for weeks.
You squeak and grab hold on the front of his shirt and wait until he crashes
his lips into yours, not caring who saw, not caring that he was a bit sloppy at
Daryl Dixon was finally yours, rocking your world, promising you that he
would get better with the boyfriend thing eventually. You loved his little fuck
ups, though. The way he wasn’t sure how to comfort you other than to hold you
and kiss your forehead or the way he awkwardly held your hand whilst walking
down the street, unsure if he wanted the whole of Alexandria to know who he was
seeing every night, bruising to the high heavens.
Second installment of the Jasper Hale imagine series “Let It Pour,” requested by anon. “Hi there (: okay, do you think you can continue the Jasper imagine Let it Pour? Your wrote it months ago, but I just came across your blog and the way you ended it was amazing, you’re very talented. I just want to see how Jasper & y/n rekindle: he’d avoid her at 1st, she’s strong so she tries to move on,not onto someone else but emotionally(angst here), but eventually they come back to each other (end w/ fluff). Please and thank you (:” Hope you like it!
It was as if he had never crossed paths with you, never set foot on the dampened earth that coated the town of Forks like a carpet of waterlogged velvet. His presence had been eradicated completely from all but your memory. His family still attended school, though now without their brother by their side, the lot of them pointedly ignoring you as if you were nothing more than a shadow in the halls. Only Alice, whose eyes you caught on more occasions than one, paid you any mind; she was watching, always, though most of the time she averted her gaze faster than you could comprehend, but her stare was as searing as her silence was frigid. You couldn’t help but wonder if Jasper was having her keep an eye on you, or if perhaps her attentiveness was merely due to your presence fading in and out of her visions as both Jasper and yourself thought and retracted the thought of rekindling what had been tarnished to the point of dilapidation beneath the torrential fall of rain. Perhaps it was hopeless, allowing yourself to entertain the idea that so absent a figure in your life could be plagued by thoughts of your face, your name… but you couldn’t help imagining a man who had claimed he loved you just as much, if not more, than you loved him experiencing some degree of pain due to your separation. Lord knows it was borderline agonizing for you. You tried not to dwell on the thought of him, the halo of golden hair that shrouded so perfect a face, the honey of his eyes, the burning of his voice, the fire in his icy touch… no, it was best if you locked his memory in a vault. He clearly had no intention of returning. Maybe, just maybe, you’d be so lucky as to see him sometime after your ninetieth birthday, when he thought you were long dead and made his return to Forks. For now, you allowed yourself the thought of him racing through the trees of some dense forest, far enough away from human civilization that he could be completely free.
Your hand had fully healed, thanks to the attentions of a certain Carlisle Cullen, leaving the whisper of a scar left in the crease of your palm. You were sure the shining pink that now puckered your skin would fade, too, but until that time it would serve as a constant reminder of the simple mistake that had cost you something wonderful. Images of his inky silhouette straining against the glow of evening as it seeped through your window haunted your dreams; the tension held in his muscles was painful to witness, the hardness of his clenched jaw so rigid it was immobile. He spoke your name, and each night you ran to his side, watching portraits flash before your eyes with a patient sort of hysteria… his face resting gently against a bed of moss, streaked by the fall of rain, his smile growing wider as he reached for your hand in the halls of Forks High, his skin shimmering beneath the forgiving rays of sunlight, his lips pursed as he tampered with your fear from afar when you found yourself facing the truth of his immortality. You drank his features like sugared milk, retaining as much of him as you could bear as you fought the leaden darkness swarming your limbs to slow your pursuit, your fingertips outstretched to touch his shoulder… and he was gone. You woke each night in an empty bedroom, your hand falling absentmindedly to the divot he had created in your mattress, foolishly expecting to find his chest awaiting your touch. If it wasn’t his face, it was his temperature you found yourself missing; you were always feverish at nights, or struck with a sudden flash of heat, only you were now left without remedy. He was a ghost wandering the vacant halls of your memory, proving himself impossible to forget.
It was injury enough that he had taken the liberty to erase himself from your life, but worse a wound when, weeks later, he finally returned to school. It was as if your heart had stopped in your chest, finally as still and as silent as his own, when you saw the familiar width of his back straining against the tightness of his shirt. The glorious waves of his hair hung like loose threads of spun gold, suspending diamonds of fallen rain as effortlessly as ever, holding the gems of a storm like an embroidered bodice. You were frozen where you stood, your backpack weighing heavily on your shoulder, your hands limp at your side. He, too, was still; he remained unmoving as Alice’s eyes fell, unmet, upon your face, her hands attempting to guide him further down the hallway. You knew enough about his condition to understand that he could smell you, and therefore knew you were present. Hell, he could’ve smelled you a mile away… and yet he proceeded, somewhat rigidly, down the hall, increasing the distance between you, without once turning to meet your eye. You burnt a hole in the back of his head with your stare, watching him abandon you without so much as a second thought. You held yourself upright by some miracle of gravity, your body sapped of all energy, your limbs lifelessly numb as the world passed you by, your eyes following the glow of his hair as he waltzed away from you. You realized now how generous he had been to disappear; it was far worse to have him here… to have him here and not here all at once, to watch his sister lead him away from the risk of reconciliation, her fingers claw-like as they pierced the muscles of his forearm, ushering him away from one outcome or another that she had foreseen. You knew her intentions were goodhearted, but you had never felt more betrayed than in that moment. You hung, suspended in the air, until the bell rang and pulled you from your trance.
That afternoon, you stepped into the rain with full intent to drown yourself in the downpour. You didn’t care enough to shield your hair with a hood, nor your body with an umbrella, as you pushed through the doors separating the safety of the school from the hellish storm beyond the walls. You were among the first to rush from your classroom, though your movements were far less vibrant than your classmate counterparts. You moved like the dead, swift despite your numbness, eager to escape the social confines that made it impossible to cry freely without suffering the judgement of others. You longed for the serenity of your home, the quiet of your bedroom, the calm of an environment you knew would keep the spilling of your emotions a secret. Walls couldn’t talk. Students, on the other hand… well, there wasn’t much else the average high schooler was universally good at. You trudged through the sheets of icy rain towards the promised warmth of your car, your hair sticking in strands to your cheeks by the time you reached the driver’s side door. You slid behind the wheel, your brain on autopilot, fighting back the burning image of his back as it bit at the vault door you were so desperate to spin shut. All you cared to do was survive the drive home through the Friday rush of reckless drivers and lose yourself in the unattached surrender of sleep. You drove with practiced precision, peering almost unfeelingly through the falling rain until you pulled into your driveway, proceeding to enter your home without so much as an absent thought. You were off, it seemed, moving and breathing with just the basics to survive, your cheeks burning with the pressure of your mind scorching against the wall you had erected. No, you wouldn’t spare him any tears. You wouldn’t spare him a single sliver of your mind. You flooded your brain with void blankness, pulling your comforter back before throwing yourself in all your rain-slick glory onto the cushioned comfort of your mattress, steering clear of his side of the bed as you pulled the cotton canopy over your head. Your mind was good to you. Merciful, even. You slept easily.
Your dream was tainted by the events of the day. His silhouette was turned away from you, shielding the heavenly image of his face, your feet carrying you as desperately as ever toward an uncaring, guarded figure cut from the darkness by the dull glow of his diamond flesh. You whisked away the images of his smile, the echo of his laughter, your brow furrowed with determination as you raced, unhindered, to his back. Your hand grasped his shoulder, thrilling at the contact, spinning him to face you, his golden eyes burning with shock, his adoration unhindered by the surprise that painted his features. Your palm cradled his cheek, the ice of his skin melting effortlessly into the fabric of your subconscious, watching his parted lips sigh into the ghost of a smile. His shoulders angled toward your body as your dream snapped unceremoniously to the evening of your waking reality. You sat bolt-upright, disoriented by the passing of time, your eyes falling quickly on the figure that was perched on the ledge of your windowsill, his body freezing to see you waking so soon. He was exactly as you remembered him; of course he had remained unchanged, but it was more than the flawless resistance of time that struck you as familiar… he was rigid, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes locked painfully on your own. You exhaled quickly, the wind forced from your lungs by the sheer surprise of his presence, both of you remaining unchanged outside of your frozen astonishment for an endless minute. He had not parted his lips to speak, but the manner in which he held himself suggested he had fully intended to explain himself. Then, with your next inhale, he was upon you, moving with impatient and inhuman speed to mold his body to yours, his palms guiding your lips to his with the ease of familiarity. The floodgates burst, and the river roared in.
His lips crushed against yours with a passionate fervor you had never witnessed in the man, his hands moving to your waist to cement your body to his own, all but pulling you from your bed as he lavished your mouth with his. His fingers tangled in the silk of your hair, his thumb caressing the curvature of your cheekbone as he breathlessly mobilized his apology. Your hands closed easily at the back of his neck, all but clawing his skin as you forced yourself ever closer to him, running your palms along the broadness of his back, clinging breathlessly to his shoulders as his tongue traced the curve of your lower lip. He finally pulled himself away, separating briefly before resting his forehead against your own, his hands on your cheeks once more. He shook his head, visibly torn by the anguish that so obviously ravaged his body, his ragged inhales moving against your beating heart. You breathed in the luxury of his scent, your eyes absorbing every minute detail of his body, the vault door blown from its hinges as you matched every aspect of him to the memories you had suppressed. He exhaled raggedly, his eyes burning brightly as they met your own, the gold of his irises molten with adoration.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he breathed, his voice breaking under the weight of his guilt, no more than a whisper in the darkness, his pained features illuminated only by the moonlight streaming in through your window. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I can’t believe I-” He choked on his apologies, his thumbs working over your jaw, his lips finding yours once more, his urgency bleeding through his skin and into yours, your hands spreading smoothly over the hardened expanse of his chest. He caught your hand as it rose along the center of his chest, stopping your movement as your fingertips kissed the angled neckline of his sweater, holding your palm over his unbeating heart. He moved from your lips, then, his eyes dropping to your palm, his fingers turning your hand in the darkness as he searched for the remnants of your minor injury. After determining that you were fully repaired, he lifted your palm to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the thin layer of scarring that remained, your skin electric under the softness of his lips. His eyes met yours as he tipped his face downward, inhaling deeply at your wrist before lowering your hand between your bodies. He sighed then, as if emptying himself of sorrow, releasing freely into the bliss of the moment. “I’m sorry I left you,” he whispered, his tone grounded with the power his volume lacked, compensating with resonance rather than expose his presence to your sleeping parents. “I thought, stupidly, that staying away from you would prevent what almost happened in the woods from happening, more severely, in the future. I couldn’t bear the thought… if I had been any slower, any less on guard, what might have happened to you… I realize now how selfish that was, to remove myself without any regard to your emotions, to leave you stranded in the aftermath, to trust my own judgement over anyone else’s, especially yours… and despite how selfish it is for me to be here now… I can’t stay away from you any longer. You can’t imagine… or maybe you can, how much I missed you. I can hardly bear to think about leaving you again come morning… that is, if you’ll have me.” You pressed your lips to his, both of you moving as one, your thoughts aligning exactly as if you had never been parted. You spoke, your lips a breath away from his, your mind clearing like inky clouds after a rainstorm.
“I can’t believe you thought I’d let you leave in the morning,” you whispered, his smile stopping your heart in your chest as he spun you in his arms, his lips peppering your exposed skin with elated kisses, his joy clear in his breathless, suppressed laughter.
“I’m here until you send me away,” he grinned, his eyes alight with glee. “I love you,” he breathed, his words ringing with the passion of an oath, the fortitude of a vow, his voice painfully tender. His arms wound around your waist, holding you strongly and softly to his chest, his lips in your hair as you melted in his embrace, listening to the sound of raindrops striking your window as the day’s storm opened once more, washing the world of misery beyond the glass, Jasper’s hands smoothing over your back as you watched the trickling of rain bleed into a downpour.
No, but like. Imagine that Tim and Kon just got together, alright. And Kon is freaking out about Batman coming for him, right? And Tim just scoffs. “No, it’s Jason and Damian you need to watch out for.” Because, they’re the ones with the passive aggressive over protective behavior right? And Kon is immediately imagining Red Hood and the Demon Spawn Robin coming at him with kryptonite bullets and katanas and it won’t be good for him.
And then one morning, he’s leaving Tim’s apartment in Crime Alley and then there’s blackness and he’s flipping through the air and landing flat on his back on some rooftop. This is it, this is when I die via kryptonite bullets and katanas. And a few moments pass and the burning ache usually associated with kryptonite doesn’t appear and he tentatively lifts his head and there, leaning against an air vent, is Dick, in jeans and a t-shirt, glaring at him like he just said something offensive about his mother.
“I took you out of the sky without a bit of kryptonite. Imagine what I could do with it if you hurt my baby brother.”
And Kon all but blinks and he’s gone.
Tim cackles when Kon rushes back to his apartment and recounts the story.
Here am I again to @whenimaunicorn ‘s prompt. I tried to write something smuty but what came out was crappy so I gave up. Then I watched the music video of Animals by Maroon 5, remembered of this picture and everything connected. Hope you like it :)
Ivar’s brothers use to tell him that he needs a hobby. But he does have a hobby, his favorite activity: to watch you.
He knows your whole routine, since the moment you wake up to the moment you go to sleep. He knows all the members of your family. All your friends, from childhood, from school, from work. He knows everyone you’ve ever dated and even your one night stands. He knows your favorite restaurants, books, food. He knows everything.
He likes to take pictures of you, his bedroom’s walls are filled with layers of them. Every night he lies down on his bed and spend hours looking at you. His favorite muse, so innocent, so unaware of his hungry eyes.
He loves the idea of breathing your scent as he stalks you down the streets, inhaling the air you leave beahind. Once, he even had the courage to come closer enough to feel your perfume, then rushed to buy the fragrance and spray on his pillows, so he could pretend you were there, lying with him.
Every tuesday morning he puts his sport clothes, his hood hiding his face as he follows you on your usual jog. He wishes you knew what seeing you all sweaty and breathless does to him.
He hates parties, but everytime you go to one, he goes too. In the corner, he watches you dance, his eyes glued on you, roaming all over your curves, following every move you make. His blood boils every time a man flirts with you. He knows they can’t love you or please you the way he could, they won’t cherish and worship your body the way he craves to.
His palms tingle to touch you, feel the soft and warm skin on every inch of your body. His favorite part are your lips, the thought of them rosy and swollen, kissing down his torso and wrapping around his cock, gives him the most intense orgarsms.
But it’s not enough. He longs for more, he aches for more. He hates you for making him feel this way and, at the same time, there is nothing he wants more than you. You are everything he dreams of, everything he wants to touch. You are his obsession.
something that still haunts your
mind?” My friend, Juliet, questions as she circles around the kitchen island to
take her respectful place next to mine. I shrug my shoulders, still stirring in
the pot of spaghetti sauce I was cooking up, waiting for Calum to arrive home.
“I guess so
– yeah. Wouldn’t you be? He’s constantly out with these women that he used to
date – women that could classify as models, if you have forgotten.” I throw her
a look over my shoulder, never stopping my motions of stirring. A tune I
recognize softly tumbles from the speakers of the radio and I feel myself start
swaying along as I await Juliet’s answer.
“Not to kick you off of your pedestal, but one of them is a model.” Juliet
sniggers but as soon as she sees me tense up, her sounds falter with each
passing second, until it’s completely silent again.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I needed
to hear right now. Thanks, Juliet.” My voice resembles a scoff, but I make sure
to put a light undertone to it as well. I don’t want my best friend around here
to be angry with me.
you trust Calum with all your heart? Oh, how many times I heard those words
tumbling from your lips.” Juliet sighs dreamily, mockingly also perhaps, but I
let it slide. I chuckle heartily as I turn around, leaning against the kitchen
cupboards as I see Juliet dunk the last bit of the beer I offered her earlier.
“It’s not that – my intuition has been acting crazy lately. I trust Calum,
doesn’t mean I have to trust all those other women he rubs shoulders with.” I
shrug again, thinking back to all the people he has to – mandatory – hang out
with tonight. Something to do with the new up and coming album. I was invited
to tag along, but I have never felt more out of place then I felt there, so I
usually steered away from such occasions. Otherwise, I tried to support Calum –
and the band of course – as much as possible.
for my pasta is ringing throughout Calum’s spacious kitchen and I quickly turn
to shut off the heat. “He’s calling you.” I am trying to put on my oven mittens
as quickly as I can possibly manage while mumbling my reply to my friend.
“He can wait.” I groan as I grasp the boiling pot with both mitten covered
hands and rush towards the sink. It’s not that I wanted to ignore him – this
really was a bad time.
queen.” Juliet chuckles as she grasps her jacket from the bar seat she left it
on upon entering, fluttering past me again to squeeze my waist and take me in a
one-sided hug. “I’ll talk about it with Cal, when I feel the need to talk about
it. Don’t worry, nothing going on.”
“Other than you being suspicious as fuck and eating yourself alive about this,
yeah of course, nothing to worry about.”
love you too. Now scram, I might give Calum a call back and see what he’s up
to.” As soon as she’s out the door and I have fixed myself a proper plate – and
installed myself in front of the television of course – I scroll through my
phone in search of Calum’s contacts.
You called?” I smile as I shove a bite of pasta past my lips, dropping my fork
to skim through the television shows in search for something proper. “Yeah I –
can I ask you something?”
“What’s so important it couldn’t wait until you got home?” I laugh heartily,
mouth still full of food.
at the end of our road, are we?” His tone goes into a whisper and the voices in
the background fade, implying he has secluded himself from the rest of the
company for the evening. I frown but don’t respond immediately, slowly putting
my fork back onto my plate.
“What makes you think that?” Eventually I respond shortly.
“I have been talking to the other boys about us lately – and you’ve been acting
distant –“ He starts stammering and my heart almost aches when I feel the pain
he appears to be in. I quickly try to cut him off.
“Calum – “
But he is quick to do the same.
“Please, don’t try and deny it. You have. And well, they thought you’re acting
strange because I did something wrong – or multiple things – about because of that,
well, I don’t know how to explain this –“
quiet for a long time – maybe I do wait a bit too long before I scrape my
throat. As that sound travels through the receiver, I hear Calum let out a
breath he had been holding. He might have thought I hung up on him.
some insecurities from my side Calum, and a lot of personal issues as well. It
hasn’t really got anything to do with you, so stop rambling, and stop
worrying.” I change the tone of my voice, trying to sound as soothing as
possible – before shoving another bite past my lips. He was receiving caviar, I
had to eat too.
“I’m coming home.” It’s short, it’s sudden, and it sounds like there is no
reasoning with him. Which wouldn’t surprise me.
“Why?” I dare to question, although I know it might take a whole other turn if
he takes my word the wrong way.
“Because I have to see your face while you say that.” He sighs out, sounding
defeated for some – to me – unknown reason. I swallow loudly as I discard my
meal completely, pulling my legs against my chest for comfort.
“Do you think I’m lying?” I’m kind of upset with this choice of words, and as
soon as the words leave my lips I know Calum will notice my emotions – rather easily.
“Something tells me you’re upset with me and I can see that in your eyes.” I
you in a few then.” I dismiss him, not very happy with him because he shouldn’t
ditch some party – or get together as he called – for something that could’ve
been talked about in the morning as well.
I decide to
change into my night gown, something Calum had gifted me for my birthday and
glide back onto the sofa, waiting for my boyfriend’s return. A few minutes
pass, and then, I hear the door click. His loud, stomping footsteps resonate
through the otherwise silent house.
I raise to my feet and slowly walk towards him, leaning up to press my lips
briefly to his cheek. “So you saw me now. Everything alright?” I joke, walking
away, back towards the sofa.
concentrate while you’re standing here naked.” Calum just murmurs, slowly
trailing behind me. His words make me stop in my tracks.
“If you so desperately want to talk, I’ll get dressed then.” I turn around to
walk down the hall, but Calum’s voice stops me in my tracks – momentarily.
“No, no. I thought about everything in the car, and I trust that what you say
to me, is how you really feel. I’m constantly busy, no wonder you might be
upset with me. But I am completely honest when I tell you I have never
experienced love as I did in this relationship.”
such a sap. I think I might cry.” I laugh brightly in his direction, toying
with the hem of my dress as I bite my bottom lip. “So want to hang out on the
sofa and watch some Netflix?” I offer, taking a few steps down the corridor to
“I’m sure I
can think of something more fun.” Calum grins evilly before he quickly jogs
after me. A shriek flows past my lips as he lifts me into the air and carries
me off towards our bedroom.
Description: ‘So the reader gets REALLY drunk. I mean really drunk. And then Sirius
takes her back to her dorm and stays with her takes care of her but
she’s all like bouncy and “who needs sleep?” and basically a lot of
Word Count: 667 <– ( becuz im a child of God)
AC/DC blared through the enchanted speakers in the Gryffindor Common Room as everyone celebrated the Quidditch teams triumph against Slytherin. One Sirius Black sat in the corner of the room, watching as (Y/N) danced.
She threw her head back, causing her hair to fly and shimmer in the dim lighting. He felt a smile adorn his lips as she laughed at what seemed to be nothing but the mere excitement in the air around them.
Member: Joshua Genre: a touch of angst / a sprinkle of suggestive themes / fluff Word count: 3,623
“(Y/N)? Good job, you got another hundred on your test,” the teacher praised as you stood up and walked up to the front of the room to receive the paper.
Joshua watched with wide eyes and a slack jaw. How in the world…?! You only beat him by one percent! How could that possibly be fair? He studied day and night for a week straight and this is what he gets? You turned away from the teacher and looked directly at Joshua, a smug smirk pulling at your lips. As you walked by his desk, you couldn’t help but lean down and whisper in his ear. “Maybe next time, sweet cheeks.”
The nickname made his ears burn with rage. You gave a chuckle and swatted his shoulder before heading back to your seat. Joshua wanted to turn around and insult you, he really did, but nothing good came to mind. Besides, it wasn’t like him to be be so rude to his fellow classmates, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to drop down to your level. You were baiting him and you knew it. You always did.
Warnings: Sam is a cute drunk, fluff? I don’t know guys this is such a random piece.
Prompt: “We are not going to steal someone’s dog.”
Requested by: anonymous - u should do prompt 69 w/ sam or 60 w/ dean ! i don’t mind which, u can choose. <3
Author’s Note: Thank you so much for requesting nonny! tbh i might write the dean one too but this one really jumped at me first! I’m not tagging anyone as I am going to revamp my tag lists, so keep an eye out for that too!
feedback is very highly appreciated!
When your phone
buzzed at 3am, you ignored it, assuming it was some sort of promotional scam
email. But then it buzzed again, and again, causing an anxious feeling to flood
into your veins. Getting messages from anybody this early in the morning was
never a good thing. It usually meant someone was in danger, or worse…
covers off, you scrambled around in your bed, reaching through the darkness to
find your cell. Heart caught in your throat, you flinched when it buzzed in
your hands, sending a shiver down your spine. The screen blinded you as it lit
up the room, illuminating it with a light blue glow. There were six new
messages from your boyfriend Sam, and just from seeing the little preview, you
could tell this night was going to get a whole lot more interesting.
Groaning, you moved your head so the sunlight wouldn’t shine into your eyes, pulling your blanket over your head. Rubbing your eyes, you gave up on trying to fall back asleep and threw the blanket off from your body. Stretching, you stood up and walked to the kitchen, hoping that there was a drink that would wake you up. Grabbing a mug, you scratched your head and opened the fridge.
“Do we have anything good to eat?” Jason asked, walking into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Leftover takeout or microwaveable burritos?” you asked, laughing as he blew a raspberry into your neck.
Summary: Barry makes it back just in time from a League mission to take the Twins trick-or-treating
Word Count: 1251
A/N: Something cute for all you for Halloween! Have a safe and happy Halloween 🎃👻💀 everyone
when is daddy going to get here?”
glanced down to where her five year old daughter was gazing up at her
with those big brown eyes. The whole situation made only worse by the
fact she’s dressed up in the cutest bumble-bee costume. How was Iris
suppose to answer in a way that won’t break her heart?
sure he’ll be here soon Dawnie,” Iris reassured him. “Until then
lets keep getting all the candy we can.”
nods in agreement but Iris can tell she’s not satisfied with that
answer. Next to her Don had an equally forlorn expression on his
small face. He’d been excited all day to show Barry his astronaut
costume but its been hours since they’d last seen Barry after he’d
been called away on a League mission.
on you two next house,” Iris tried to get them excited again. “You
guys go right up and I’ll be here waiting for you.”
watched as the twins ran up to the door of the next house. Hoping the
promise of candy would distract them from missing Barry. Because she
didn’t know how to break it to them that the likely hood of Barry
showing up was very slim.
then a gust of wind blew past her and lighting crackled in the air.