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Daryl & Tara -> “Sometimes you just need to breath, trust, let go, and see what happens.”

This hug means everything to me. Everyone was talking about the Daryl & Rick hug after episode 8, even though this one was probably the most important one of them all. Still, no one’s talking about it. Tara goes up to him, shows him how much she cares about him, how much she loves him and that she forgives him with a simple hug. I mean, three of nine people hugged him. One of them was Tara. This is the start of a beautiful friendship. I can’t wait to see them getting closer in season 8.

Bad Girl Ch 22: A Little Show(M)

Didn’t even realize it was Baek’s birthday when I posted this! Happy birthday Baekhyun! 💕 p>Must read! Okay rushed too fast and forgot to add something to the end of the last chapter so please go back and reread the end of dinner. It’s not required but it does give you a look into what will happen in the chapter after this one!

“Daddy.”

Yixing hums as he fascines his seat belt.

“Are you okay?” He suddenly got an edge to him when he pulled away from Haneul’s hug.

He nods and gives me a small smile, “I’m fine Baby, Noona just told me a secret.”

“It looked like she was teasing you,” I try and be playful but it doesn’t seem to help at all. I try to take the edge off again by reaching out for his hand and collapsing it in both of mine.

“Baby please be careful.”

I frown, “What?”

“Noona, she… she told me that there are bad people hanging around you and I want you to be careful.”

“Don’t worry Daddy, Jiho oppa is always looking out for me,” I try to reassure him but the way his hand tightens around mine I don’t imagine it helps much. “How was your day?” I try to change the subject.

“Absolutely boring, the clock could not move fast enough. The others felt the same, Baekhyun was bouncing out of his seat he was so excited to get out and go shopping for you.”

“He went shopping for me? We were supposed to go together,” I pout.

“After our change of plans and Suho got moved to tomorrow, Baekhyun threw fit saying that you guys were going to go shopping. So after a good round of arguing it was decided that he would get you tonight and he wants you to give him a full fashion show.”

I pause for a minute, “He wants what?”

“A fashion show, he most likely bought you a shit ton of things, work related and other, and he is going to want you to try on each thing.”

“This is going to be ridiculous.”

“Yea it is,” He laughs, “Just have fun and remember to smile.”

“Smile?”

“For the camera,” He grins at me, “We had to come to an agreement somehow. Pictures seemed like a solid agreement.” He chuckles as he kisses the back of my hand.

“You guys are such perves,” I stick my tongue out at him.

We talk more about our days the drive home, his thumb constantly drawing small circles on the back of my hand with his thumb. Randomly he would bring my hand up and kiss it, giving me a warm feeling in my chest. Yixing is so warm, his personality seems to project a rainbow when he is with me but I know better. I wonder what he is like with Haneul when they are alone.

“Daddy?”

Once again, he hums, never taking his eyes off the road, “Yes?”

“How did you and Haneul unni meet? You don’t have to give me details really, just a vague description if possible.”

“Well,” He struggles to find the right words. “The simplest way to describe it would be that I walked in when she was in a bad situation and I solved it. After it was solved I helped her get her life together and she figured the rest out on her own.”

“So did she see you when you were in your foot soldier days?”

“I meet her a little while after I started them, why?”

“I want to know about that time in your guys lives. Haneul seems to know a lot.”

He chuckles, “Noona knows everything, that is kind of her thing.”

“Her thing?”

“How about you ask her the next time you talk? I’m sure she would be happy to explain it to you. But if she asks you to make a deal don’t agree to it because her knowledge comes with a price and you never know what it could be. I’m assuming since it’s you she will give you at least a little something for free.”

I nod as we pull up to the house, “Thank you for the amazing dinner.”

“You are welcome though as much as I enjoyed tonight I would prefer if it were just the two of us.”

“Next time.”

He escorts me inside where we are attacked by a group of whining men. They all take their time to greet me, hugging me and loving me. Unni’s words ring in my ears reminding me to hug each man tighter than usual, to look up at them with wide innocent eyes like I used to. Though they say nothing, they notice it right away. Baekhyun scoops me up last, he spins me around with a big smile on his face.

“Are you ready?” He muses

I nod eagerly, though I’m not that excited to constantly change outfits, but he looks so happy I can’t even be mad. We say farewell to the others as he basically drags me to his room where at least a dozen bags are scattered on the floor and on his bed. My jaw drops at the sight of them. “Daddy, don’t you think you went a little over board?”

“This is just the fun stuff,” He chuckles, closing my mouth for me, “I already put your work clothes in your room.”

“Fun stuff?”

He nods, “Remember that dress you wore for Chen all that time ago?”

I hum, a smile coming to my face at the memory.

“Well, I was hoping you would be feeling gracious and try on some of these outfits for me. And my camera.”

I eye the bags, a bit nervous for what could be inside but once again Haunel’s words ring in my ears. Next thing I know I’m sheading my clothes in his bathroom digging the first outfit out of the bag, it’s a fluffy dress that has my little side peeking her head out for the first time in a long time. I let her take over, feeling the soft frilly fabric between my fingers and letting smile spread across my face. It’s so cute. Digging deeper into the bag I find a pair of lace stocking, I pull in on, giggling at the ridiculous outfit. I peek my head out to find him sitting on the edge of his bed, his legs bouncing with excitement, looking anywhere but at me.

I clear my throat drawing his eyes to me, “Baby!” He coos rushing to me and ripping the door open. I look down at my toes shyly, “You look absolutely adorable!” He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into a tight hug. He snaps a picture or two before letting his hands run up and down my thigh, his fingers play with the bows on the back of my stockings.

“I have a lot of things to try on so we gotta move on quick,” I note ad he runs is fingers over the dress.

He groans, “Fine, try on of the black bags next!”

I nod before going back in. I find the back bags he mentioned and pull out the little outfits in side. After I try on a few and take a few pictures, a sexy maid, a nurse, another princess dress before I see a pink bag near the bathtub. I pick it up and peek inside, both my little and I blush at the sight of it but I figure this would be a good climax. With pink cheeks I pull on the pink lace onsie and the stockings that go with it. For a minute I consider just going out like this but the last few things in the back would make it perfect so with a deep breath I put the accessories on and pull the door open a crack.

Baekhyun must not have been far from the door because he is ripping it open in no time, “What did you pick out next? Did you see the-“ His cheeks flush. His mouth opens slightly but he snaps it shut as he jaw clenches. I bite my lip as I watch him take it all in, the see through onsie, the stockings, the cat ears, and collar resting around my throat. The matte pink choker seems to take most of his attention though I understand why, the tag is what made me blush the most.

Property of Kim Baekhyun is carved into the golden metal hanging off the collar. With a deep breath I push out my bottom lip and let out the most ridiculous noise that has come out of my mouth, “Meow.”

It is so worth it though to see the utter shock on Baekhyun’s face. His jaw drops open, “Again.”

I peek up at him meekly, “Meow.”

He has me pinned against the wall faster than I thought possible, his face buried in the crook of my neck, “My sweet kitten.”

“I didn’t think you would like this kind of thing,” I admit

He chuckles, but doesn’t move away, “I’m usually not, this was a present for Yixing hyung but I think I need to change my mind. This is definitely something I can get on board with.”

I whimper when he starts trailing kisses up my neck, “Daddy.”

He doesn’t say anything, just continues his way across my jaw and hovers above my lips. Our noses brush, his hands come up to cup my face, his thumb drags across my lip. His tongue imitates the action on his own pair of pink pillows. I wait for him to come closer but he doesn’t, he just continues to stare me down.

“Kiss me already,” I whine pulling him closer.

“I will, but I’m just enjoying the view first before I completely destroy you. Picture, I need a picture!” He tries to pull away but we are this far, he isn’t going to stop now. I reach up and grab onto the collar of his shirt and pull him in closer, smashing out lips together in an almost, animalistic kiss. He is as eager as he usually is but there is a slight difference, he is clinging to me tighter than I remember. He picks me up and carries me over to the bed, never letting our lips separate until I’m lying on my back, he is in between my legs reaching above my head for something. He returns with his phone, he sits back on his heels and takes a few snap shots before tossing it away carelessly. “My picture requirement has been reached, they can go fuck themselves.”

“I guarantee that is what they plan to do.”

“I would be lying if I said I won’t be doing the same,” He hums, “Maybe I should take a video?” He leans a way and tries to dive for his phone but I catch him and pull him back.

“No you don’t need that, I’m sitting right here in front of you waiting for you to spoil me with attention, isn’t that more important than some video.”

He chuckles as he drops to rest on his forearms so our faces are only inches away. “I love this,” He purrs as he kisses my neck once again, his lips brush against the collar. “I wish I could keep it on you all the time but just for now is good enough.”

“I thought this was a present for daddy Yixing.”

“There are other collars, I bought one for each us than one that claims  you as EXO’s. This one was for me and just me.” He pauses for a moment as his eyes scan me once more, “I should have bought another one of these outfits. I don’t know if I have patients to figure out how to get this off.”

“How about you let me do it?” I reach behind me and unbutton the back of the little jumper. Baekhyun watches closely as I slide the fabric off my shoulders allowing my breasts to be free. The second my chest is free his lips latch on to my collar bone, leaving hickeys across my chest. I’m going to tell him to stop and be patient but his hands find my breasts making only a moan come out of my mouth. He ruts against me making my thighs tighten around those sinful hips of his. “Give me a second to get his off.”

He growls against my neck but pulls away for a moment to let me do it. I shimmy it down my hips before kicking it off the bed. I open my arms wide, “Now you may continue.”

His lips resume their work on my chest, licking and sucking ever inch of skin. My fingers tangle through his hair, pulling him even closer. I’m so distracted by his tongue that I don’t notice his fingers sneaking up my leg until he has two wiggling their way inside me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, but my hips react on their own, bucking against his hand for more.

“Daddy,” I moan clutching on to his hair tighter hoping he won’t tease me.

He chuckles, “Yes Baby?”

“More,” I demand a he tow fingers pump in and out of me lazily.

“What do you want more of? I’m not a mind reader, you need to use your words.”

“Daddy please fuck me.”

“Such crude language for such a little girl.”

I groan as he crooks his fingers just right, “Pretty please Daddy Baekhyun, make love to me.”

“Of course Baby,” He purrs taking away his fingers. I whine at the loss but he shushes me. “I’m just taking off my pants, no need to whine.” With those discarded he hooks my knees over his shoulders and positions himself at my entrance. “You have no idea how beautiful you look just like this,” He hums in approval. “I can’t wait to wreck you even more.”

He slams into me, having me basically folded in half allows him to plunge deep into my heat, hitting me in the right spot that has me seeing stars. He only gives me a moment to adjust before he is slamming into me at an almost animalist pace. His hands are holding my hips so tight I wouldn’t be surprised if there were bruises tomorrow but right now it feels so good.

“How do you feel so amazing?” He groans. “You feel even better than I remember, how did I go a whole  year with out you?” He manages to go even faster, “I can never go without you again.”

The knot in my belly continues to wined it’s self tighter and tighter, my toes curl as I close my eyes and prepare myself to go over the edge.

“Tell me how much you need me,” He demands.

“I always need you,” I mumble, blinded with pleasure.

“Tell me how much you missed me.”

“So much!” I half scream as he thrusts become rougher.

“Tell me how much you-“ He doesn’t have time to finish before we are both coming, our voices mix together in pleasure. He lets my legs fall off his shoulders to rest on either side of his hips as he leans forward and buries his face in the crook of my neck.

I wrap my arms around him and whisper softly into his ear, “I love you more than you will ever know, don’t question it. I love you Baekhyun.”

He wraps himself tighter around me, cocooning me in his warmth, “I missed you so much. Please don’t ever leave us again, I couldn’t handle it again.” He chokes on his words, I feel wetness against my neck. He’s crying. “I love you.”

I hum, “I love you too.”


A/N: This is just a personal note from me to you readers, you don’t have to read it if you don’t want to but I hope you enjoyed the chapter! So as I wrote this chapter I remembered I was going to write something very similar in the early chapters of Good Girl, she was going to give the boys a fashion show when she first saw her closet but I took it out but the point is I realized how far the story has come since then and I jut want to thank you all for reading and supporting me! I hope you enjoy the rest of the story and all the other stories I post! Again thank you for reading and have a good night!

Only, If I Moved My Hands Lower - Tom Wilson

Requested: No

Word Count: 1,198

Warnings: Period pains, fluff and mentions of sex.

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Originally posted by dunbaerrito

Normally, your period wasn’t that bad but this time you couldn’t even move without shedding a tear. Not one, but both of your ovaries felt as if they were twisting inside of your body, trying to claw their way out. That even wasn’t the worst thing surprisingly, your lower back hurt, you were bloated and to top things off your flow was so heavy that you had to wear a super plus tampon with a pad just in case you wouldn’t leak on the white bedsheets. So yeah, you were ready to basically die at this point.

Being in so much pain that you were in, you didn’t hear your boyfriend, Tom coming home for practice. “Y/n?” You didn’t say anything, figuring that he will eventually walk in your shared bedroom. Minutes later, you heard footsteps outside of the door and the creaking sound of it opening. “Kitten?”

“Tom.” You whispered, out letting some tears fall from your eyes.

“Hey.” He crouched down beside the bed so he could get a good look at my face. And that’s when Tom noticed the tears running down it and that some of your hair was stuck to your skin because of the wetness. He pushed your hair away from your face then wiped the tears away with his thumb.

“It hurts.” His blue eyes fell to where your hands were clenching. This made him began to stroke your cheek.

“Is it your period?” You just nodded before snuggling more into your pillow. You watched as Tom sighed before asking, “did you take any medicine?” You shook your head.

“It hurts every time I try to move.” You notify making Tom nod his head before kissing your forehead.

“I’ll be back.” He mumbled before heading out of the room.

“M'k.” You started to rub your stomach trying to settle the pain a little. But the pain seemed to want to stay. You heard the familiar footsteps again.

Tom walked back over to you and set a glass on the nightstand. “Let’s get you to sit up.” This made you give the man a look. “Don’t give me that look. You’ll choke if you try to drink anything in that position.” He tried to argue.

“Not if you grab a straw.” You sassed but your boyfriend stood his ground. “Fine.” You sighed in defeat.

As you tried to sit up, a pain hit you in your lower back that made you gasp. “Hey.” Tom helped you completely sit up and slowly rubbed your back. “I’m gonna grab the Ibuprofen, so don’t lay back down, okay.” You nodded your head as he handed you the glass full with chocolate milk.

A smile covered your face at this. It was a weird thing that you craved when you were on your period. Chocolate milk always seemed to settle your stomach. You took a sip as your blue eyed man walked out of bathroom with a small smile on his face. “Here you go, kitten.” He handed you the pills to which you quickly took.

“Thank you.” You said as you set down the now empty glass of chocolate milk on the nightstand.

Tom stood in front of you while his left hand played with your hair. “I started the bath, if your interested.” This caused you to groan in delight. Your arms reached for his neck.

“How did I get so lucky?” The brunette answered with a chuckled as you brought him down for a kiss. Tom pulled away to pick you up bridle style. Once he carried you to the bathroom he set you down on the toilet so he could check the water. “Tom.” His blue eyes connected with you y/e/c ones. “Help.” You pouted before you lifted up your arms.

He chuckled again. “You’re trying to kill me.” You laughed as he pulled your big shirt off your body leaving you in nothing but your granny-panties. Tom’s eyes traveled down your bare chest to your “sexy” underwear. “Yep. Definitely trying.”

“Hush.” You pushed him away making the both of you laugh a little. “Now turn away, so I can change my tampon.” Tom made a face then did as he was told plus covering his ears.

Once you were done, you walked over to the white Barclay tub and slipped in. A sigh escaped from your mouth as the tension left your muscles. You tilted your head black and looked to the right to see Tom with his eyes still closed and hands over his ears. “Tom.” He didn’t answer you. “Tom.” Still nothing. You splashed some water on him, finally catching his attention. He looked at you like he was mad, but you knew better. “You wouldn’t listen. I had to get your attention somehow.” A giggled left your mouth as he moved over to you.

“This is how I get treated after trying to take care of you.” He put both of his hands on either side of the tub leaning down closer to you.

“I’m sorry, baby. How can ever I make it up to you?” You joked with a smirk resting on your lips.

Tom copied your facial expression before saying. “I think I know a way.” His right hand cupped you cheek as his lips pressed a soft kiss to yours. The both of you sighed into the kiss feeling the warmth from each other.

“Love you.” You mumbled against him.

The blue eyed man pulled away from you to look into your eyes. “Love you, too, Y/n.” He straightened his posture. “I guess, I’ll leave you alone so you can rest.” You pouted at this.

“Please, stay.” Tom looked at you for a moment. “You can grab a chair and just sit by the tub. You don’t have to come in.” You paused. “Please.” When you saw a smile cover his gorgeous face you knew you won.

_X_

About an hour and a half later, the both of you made your way out of the bathroom to the bedroom where you were wearing one of your favorite shirts that belonged to Tom. He let you wear it knowing that it’ll made you feel better.

So here were you both, cuddle on the bed with Tom leaning against the headboard and you were sitting in between his legs leaning against his chest while Pitch Perfect was playing on the tv.

His big hands your making small circles on your lower abdomen causing you to let out small moans. “You know on normal occasions, in the same position I’d have you moaning like this. Only, if I moved my hands lower.” This caused you to hit right arm. “Hey, I’m just saying.”

You rolled your eyes. “Four more days, babe. Be patient.”

“Oh, how I can’t wait.” You snuggled closer to his chest.

“Why because you know that you’re gonna get a big reward for treating me so well?”

“What?” Tom gasped. “How dare you?” He moved his arms around your waist. “I just want you out of this pain, kitten.” He pressed a kiss to the back of your head making you raise an eyebrow.

“Um, hmm.” You knew the truth.

FaceTime *Finn Balor Imagine*

Originally posted by finnfreezedemon

*First post on Tumblr let me know what ya think!

The card slot flashed green, granting me access into my hotel room. Sighing heavily I tossed my luggage near the door and shed my jacket muffling a yawn as I stretched my arms above my head successfully hearing a couple pops from my back. It felt that with every pop more exhaustion was leaking into my body.  I fell face forward into the bed toeing off my sneakers as I adjusted my head on a pillow.

After a long workday and even longer drive my body craved just to relax and fall into the sweet surrender of sleep. Working as a WWE trainer was incredible. I was able to travel the world and work with some of the best talent in the world not only in wrestling but in the medical field as well. However, the scheduling was grueling. Just after returning from a European tour I was thrown right back into the hustle of the weekly tapings, house shows and paper-views accompanied with the hours and hours of driving.

Just as the heaviness of my eyes became too much to bear and I could feel my body relaxing into the embrace of the mattress. I felt a vibration erupt from my pocket and I felt tears prick my eyes in frustration. I was just so tired. Groaning loudly I pulled my phone from my pocket and had to blink repeatedly for my vision to clear enough to read off the name and register the face smiling at me from the screen. I felt a smile pull at my lips and my fatigue subside a bit.

Finn.

“hey baby” I yawned into the phone.

“There’s my girl” his cheery, Irish accent filled my ear. I could practically see the smile he was wearing. “Did you get in a’right?”

“yeah I just got in just a few minutes ago.” I sighed softly readjusting on the bed to get more comfortable. “I wish you were here Finn. I miss traveling with you and having this bed to myself is way overrated.”

I heard him chuckle softly. “I know what you mean, love. Its been hell with you not being here. I miss seeing yer face.”

“Well we could fix that.” I chuckled. “Facetime?”

“Absolutely love. Give me about 20, I’m heading back from therapy.”

With enough time to spare I raced through a shower to clean away the grime of hours on the road and threw one of Finn’s tshirts over my head. Within a few moments I had my phone charging at bedside and my Ipad pulled into my lap waiting for the call to connect.  Suddenly the screen came to life and the face of my loving boyfriend appeared. His dark hair was tousled atop his head and his bright blue eyes squinting as his dazzlingly, devastating smile shone at me. I noticed that his beard was a little thicker and that he was lacking a shirt.

“There she is” Finn drawled at me. “my beautiful girl.”

I rolled my eyes “You need your eyes checked Devitt I look like death warmed over. These bags under my eyes are not designer.”

“Don’t play naïve you know you’re gorgeous.”

I scoffed feeling my cheeks heat up. “How was therapy?”

“Great! No more arm sling!” Finn exclaimed happily.

“That’s great baby! I’m so proud of you.”

Finn’s smile widened at my praise. “One step closer to getting back on the road with you, sweetheart.”

“I can’t wait” I smiled leaning in closer to the screen as if it would bring me even closer to him.

Finn’s eyes squinted in focus before he chuckled. “Are you wearing one of my shirts?”

I sat back and looked down at it. “Yeah it smells like your cologne and it helps me fall asleep.”

“Dear God you know how much I love you in my clothes.” Finn chuckled and I smiled back at him. “But I think they would look even better off of you.”

I felt my eyes widen as I choked out his name in shock.  The farthest we had gone was phone sex and a few suggestive pictures never had we video chatted. I felt anxiety and nerves crawl through my spine trailed by a lingering feeling of excitement.

“We don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable. Just a thou-“

“Do you want to?” I asked shyly the thought sounding more tempting the more I thought about it. God I had missed him.

Finn’s face had taken on a dark blush as he stumbled over his words.

“It’s ok” I said softly the sultriness of my voice surprising even me. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

Finn’s eyes widened slightly as shock washed over him before he quickly recovered.

“Take off my shirt love. Slowly.” Finn’s voice was rough and deep as the blue in his eyes flashed something primal sending a shiver down my spine and a throbbing in my core.

I straightened up and reached for the hem of the oversized shirt slowly pulling it up. I heard Finn suck in a rush of breath and glanced at the Ipad to see him covering his mouth with a hand his eyes fixed intently on me. Once I removed the shirt, my damp hair falling around me I tossed it to the floor.  The coolness of the hotel room making my breast harden into peaks.

“Fuck” Finn shuddered a breath dragging his hand down his beard. “God I love ya tits”

I leaned back into the pillows I had propped up and let my hands fall to my breasts gently massaging them and twisting my hardened nipples as soft sighs and mewls fell from my lips. Finn had always loved my breasts always being sure to pay special attention to them during sex. His favorite is when we would cuddle and he would use my chest as his own personal pillow. I tried to mimic the way his hands would jump into action, imagine my hands were his as they explored, massaged and tweaked .

“Dats it baby” Finn growled biting his lip eyes locked on me. “Imagine me sucking on ya tits biting as I blow a breath on them.” I felt a shudder run through my body at his description. “ I’ll run my hands up and down your sides, trace over your stomach…” I whimpered and looked at the screen. I could see the muscles of his bicep flexing as his hand disappeared below the screen.

“I want to see you Finn.” I whispered. “I want to see all of you.”

Suddenly the screen shifted as Finn adjusted his screen to the side of him where I could see the length of his torso. His chiseled frame was reclined against pillows and I recognized he was settled in our bedroom. A hand was wrapped around his hard dick pumping slowly spreading a thin layer of precum along his shaft.  God I was a lucky woman.

“I expect the same courtesy darlin’ “

I used the case my Ipad was in and teepeed it beside me in bed like Finn had done positioning it so he could see my torso up to my face.

“Shit. No panties sweetheart?” Finn growled. “So fuckin’ sexy.”

I hummed my approval of his accented words, my hand trailing down my body as the other continued to play with my breast. My fingers swirled in the slick wetness between my thighs a whimper falling out of my lips. With Finn out on injury sex had been hard to come by, Finn hadn’t even been cleared for physical activity like sex until a couple weeks ago and with my traveling finding time for intimacy was hard.

I rest my head on the pillow and watched Finn as his hand pumped his dick. I matched his rhythm and speed as my fingers slipped inside of me with ease the cry leaving my lips one of ecstasy.

“oh God Finn” I whined throwing my back into the pillows arching myself further into my hand.

“Fuck I love hearing ya moan my name sweetheart. God I want to be inside ya darlin’ buried deep in you. I’d pull ya on top of me and let you ride me so I could touch ya tits and see your face. God ya look so beautiful when I make ya cum.” Finn threw his head back, veins popping across his neck as he groaned in pleasure.

I moaned feeling the familiar pleasure lick at the pit of my stomach. I urged my fingers faster and harder.

“Oh God Fin” I moaned “Im gonna cum”

“Dats it baby” Finn cooed “Come with me. Feel my dick thrustin’ in and out of ya.”

I squeezed my eyes tight feeling Finn’s words wash over me as my fingers worked myself over the edge and I felt the bubble burst.

“Oh Finn fuck! Mmm” I cried out as I reached my high, my body arched off the bed and my hair tossed around me as my mouth fell open gasping as the orgasm washed over me.

“Shit darlin’!” Finn grunted shortly after and I opened my eyes in time to see Finn give himself a few more good strokes before cum shot from his dick coating his stomach in pearly splatters.

I hummed softly content as my chest rose and fall rapidly as my high began to decrease. Finn was in a similar state his chest rising and falling as he reached for the Ipad and brought it back closer to his face giving me a lopsided grin. I retrieved my Ipad as well.

“That was great” Finn laughed running a hand through his hair.  “Thank God fer facetime.”

“Mm” I hummed sucking my fingers, still coated in my juices, into my mouth. 

“Fuck ya killin’ me” Finn groaned out but gave me a blinding grin as he dropped his head onto the pillow. I smiled as he reminding me of a giddy school boy.

“Well I don’t wanna do that” I cooed “cause no matter how good that was It will never beat the real thing.”

“I love you sweetheart.”

“I love you Finn.”

I Can't Always Protect You

Dean Winchester x Reader

 The One About Protection 

Word Count: 1629 

Warnings: Nada


Originally posted by tearinmyeye

E/C= eye color

 Ever since that night, my life has been different. I don’t ever leave the motel without letting someone know where I am going, I always make sure I have backup on a case, and I always sleep with a gun under my pillow. Some people call me paranoid, but they would be too if they had gone through what I had.

 I met the Winchesters a couple months ago and ever since then I have been a new member in their Scooby gang. We met on a hunt. Vampires I think. There was about 10 of them in this old abandoned warehouse. The one time I didn’t have back up, I almost die. 

 I remember barging in while the vamps were feasting on some poor girl. I decapitated about 4 of them before they cornered me. I thought that was it, but I wasn’t exactly scared. I figured that I would be going out attempting to save the town from vampires. I would die as a hero and that would be ok. 

 Then, out of no where, two boys, well men, came running in machetes blazing. One by one, they fought off the vampires while I sat in the corner locked in a trance. The shorter one of the two came up to me. He held out his blood covered hand, “Hey, you’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna get you home and everything will be alright. I’m Dean, I’m gonna help you ok?”

 He thought that, like the girl that was laying dead on the ground, I was a victim. He tried to tell me that these people were high and wanted to see what being a cannibal would be like. Which made no sense because why would you decapitate them? But I ignored his stupid coverup story, avoided the bloody hand that he offered me and stood up on my own, “Yeah, I don’t think I want to get anymore vampire blood on myself.”

 I looked down and then looked back up only to meet his astonishing green eyes. 

 "Wait…vampires? You know?“

 "Well obviously. Who do you think killed the other four. Did you not see that there was more than six bodies- six, decapitated bodies on the ground? I’m Y/N, by the way.“ 

 Dean laughed, "No, I guess not Y/N.”

 Dean was soon accompanied by a man. A giant. A giant man. He too had blood all over him. He looked at his brother and then looked at me slightly confused as to why I wasn’t freaking out.

 "It’s cool Sammy. She’s a hunter too. This is Y/N.“ 

 The giant, Sammy, turned to me and flashed me a smile. "Oh well, do you have any partners? Anyone to be your back up?”

 I said no and they immediately offered I join them. And so I did. I have been hunting with them ever since. 

 My relationship with each boy was different. Sammy was like the brother I never ever had. He would always be someone I could confide in about anything. I would talk to him about that night. The night I had to kill my own parents because demons possessed them. At the time, I didn’t know that you could exorcise them, so I stabbed them with a demon blade. When I first told him, he looked at me differently, but he soon realized that I was young and there was nothing else I could do. He helped me forget about that night, about the sin I committed, by planing how to get Dean to notice me. I loved Sammy, but in a brotherly way.

 Dean, on the other hand, was something else. I would find myself getting lost in his green eyes. I would do whatever I can just so he can notice me. Which I know is a desperate move, but I was desperate. Whenever I did a food run, I would always make sure to buy Dean a pie. And whenever I did, he would be so grateful. He would give me a tight hug, wrapping his arms around my waste and digging his head into my neck. He would peck my cheek letting it linger longer than needed. He made me feel butterflies whenever I am close to  him, so whenever I got the chance, I would take it. Whenever the three of us would find the time to relax, Dean would always want to hangout, but I don’t mind because hanging out with Dean was amazing. I loved Dean, but in a possible-future-husband-apple-pie-life way.

 Sammy, of course, knew about the love I had for Dean. He could see it in my eyes, but he could also see the love in Dean’s eyes whenever we were together. Sammy wanted to get us to admit our feelings for each other. He wanted us to stop dancing around each other trying to hide the redness in our cheeks whenever a compliment is said. He wanted his brother and best friend to get together because maybe, just maybe, Dean could get the life he always wanted.

 That’s why, whenever Sam found an easy hunt he would give it to the two of you. Maybe if you started spending more time together, you would finally see the love you have for each other. And I did, I started to see how much Dean actually cared for me when he said he would rather die than see me hurt. Eventually, Dean asked me out. We went to the local bar, got completely wasted, and danced ‘til the wee hours of the morning. Of course when we woke up we couldn’t remember anything that happened. The next date we had was incredibly romantic and involved no liquor at all which wasn’t surprising considering what had happened last time. The two of us had a picnic. We went to a nearby park with a red blanket and a wooden picnic basket full of sandwiches made by our very own cupid. And by cupid, I mean Sammy. We talked about hunts and our worst fear. He told me about his parents and how they both died because of a demon. I told him about how I killed my parents because they were demons. We connected in a way I never thought I could connect with anyone else. We used our terrible pasts to connect and used our hopes and dreams to plan for the future.

  The relationship I had with Dean grew at a fast pace. Two months into the relationship and we were already getting our own motel room. Three months and we had said our first ‘I love you’. I was completely fine with how fast we were going and so was Dean. But he was also scared. Dean was scared because if something happened to me, he would be more hurt. So, Dean did everything he could to protect me. 

 We had a hunt. It was supposed to be your average salt-and-burn ghost hunt, but it turned out to be so much more. We entered the supposed haunted house looking for temperature drops, but instead we saw flickering lights. That’s when a man with black eyes stepped into view. Sam and Dean ran to the demon standing before me wielding an angel blade, but was pinned to the wall with a swish of the demons hand. He walked towards me and I raised my blade, but did not charge. I waited for him to come closer, so that I could jab the blade in without giving him anytime to defend himself. 

 "Y/N! Do something!“ Sam had yelled. 

 "Don’t just stand there, Y/N!” Dean cried struggling against the demons power.

 The demon threw me against a wall. Minutes later, he was right up against me. I couldn’t move. His power almost paralyzed me against the wall. I watched as the demon took out a blade of his own and used it to cut my cheek. Dean screamed, but I stayed silent. I waited a little while longer as I forced my hand to work against the power. I raised my hand holding the blade and stabbed the demon. The power released me and Sammy and Dean. I watched as the demon’s vessel fell to the floor with tears in my eyes. I did it. I killed a demon. And I only got out of it with a few scratches.

  Dean ran to me. Enveloped me in his arms and whispered words of comfort to me. I watched almost in shock as tears fell from his eyes. 

 "Why did you wait so long? I thought he was going to kill you. I thought you were going to leave me. You can’t leave me like everyone else did.“ 

 I looked at Dean while my own tears slipped out, "Dean, I am never going to leave you. You know that.”

 "I-I can’t always protect you Y/N. I can’t protect you like I thought I could.“ 

  I wiped his tears and cupped his face with my hands, "Baby, Dean, you don’t have to protect me. I will be fine. I promise-”

 "But that’s the thing Y/N. You can’t be sure that you can keep that promise. You don’t know what could happen in the future. You don’t know that you are always going to be able to fight back.“

 "Dean, I love you, but we are basing all of this on what-ifs. I say, lets just live in the present. And if something bad ever happens, we’ll-we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

 Dean looked into my eyes, his green ones meeting my E/C ones, he leaned in and planted a kiss on my head before backing away. 

 "I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.“ 

 "Well, I’m not. It gave me the chance to save your asses for once.”

Greenwals worker here! (Not that it matters, this story is just as embaressing at any store) so I like to get to work at least 15 minutes early, it gives me time to use the restroom and relax and just not be in such a rush. I went to the break room on this particular day, to put my lunch in the freezer. Cue my coworker running out crying, straight to the bathroom. So Im like “oh okay, Ill just wait till shes done before I go to bathroom before my shift” so I wait. And it gets closer to my clock in time. So eventually Im like screw it, Ill just go really quick. So I go in and I can still hear her sniffling and crying, but in my rush to pee, I accidently fart too. I wanted to die of embaressment. I dont know if she knew it was me or not but Ohhh man Im still embaressed

Can I Ask for a Favor?

*Alexander X Reader
*65: Hold my hand dammit, we gotta make this look convincing
*Hamiltime

A/N: Lafayette is in this one and speaks in French a few times. Most of it is self explanatory but I translated the confusing one


You were at a bar with your friend Lafayette. He was raving about the revolution like usual. You just nodded and listened like you did when he was in this mood. “Monsieur Layfayette!” A voice shouted. You and Lafayette turned your head toward the voice. A short man was walking toward you. He had his hair pulled into a small pony tail and eyes that seemed bright with promise.

“Ah Monsieur Hamilton.” Laf replied. “Very nice to see you this evening.”

“What are you up to?” This man, Hamilton, asked.

“Just here with this mademoiselle.” Lafayette said gesturing to you. “Y/N this is Alexander Hamilton.” He told you.

“Pleasure.” You said.

“Oh no the pleasure is mine.” He said with a smile. “Lafayette, I just needed to tell you that John was looking for you. Something about a ball coming up.”

“Ah je vous remercie (ah thank you). I shall look for him tomorrow.” With that Alexander walked off. You stared at him as he left with a silly smile on your face.

“You like him.” Lafayette said, it wasn’t a question.

“What? No!” You exclaimed. “I don’t even know him.”

“No? You were quite enchanté.”

“No Laf. I don’t like him.” You were grateful for you french lessons right about now.

“I’m sure zis ball Laurens was talking of is the one Washington throws for the winter. You can be my plus un.”

“What good would that do?” You asked. You knew Lafayette knew how you felt so you stopped denying it, as long as he wasn’t talking about it.

“I have a plan.” He replied with a smile.
-
The ball was indeed the winter’s ball Washington threw and his best soldiers were invited. Meaning Lafayette, his friends, and the general’s right hand man Alexander.

Lafayette told your parents he was taking to the ball as his plus one so they took you to get a new ball gown. Lafayette told you a hundred times you looked good. So did Lafayette’s friend John Laurens.

You were standing by Lafayette and scanning the room for Hamilton. “Ah there he is.” Lafayette told you and nodded over toward General Washington.

“I can’t ask him when he’s next to the General.” I said.

“Just wait. When he get closer to ze dance floor, just do as planned.” He told you. You were nervous. You didn’t think this was going to work. After a few minutes Hamilton walked away from Washington. “Go.” Lafayette told you and pushed you toward him.

“Um…hi.” you said from behind him.

He spun at the familiar voice. “Oh hello. Y/N right?” He asked.

“Yes that’s right. Hamilton correct?” You asked.

“Please, Alexander.” He said. He took your hand and kissed the back of it. “I must say you look lovely this evening.”

“You look very dashing yourself Alexander.” And he did. Like his fellow soldiers, he was in his uniform and damn did it flatter him. “Can I ask a favor?” You asked nervously praying this worked.

“Uh sure.” He replied.

“I agreed to come as Lafayette’s plus one but I forgot that a former love interest of mine is here. I was hoping to have someone to dance with so it appears like I’ve moved one.” You looked at Alexander hopefully. Lafayette swore that his friend would be willing to help.

“Of course.” He said after a moment of consideration. He held out his hand for you to take. “Well?”

You were so surprised this worked you were slightly cofused. “What?”

“Hold my hand dammit, we gotta make this look convincing.” He said with a bit of laughter in his voice. You smiled and took his hand. He led you to the floor of the ballroom and started dancing with you. He was a excellent dancer and you danced a few songs before you needed to take a break. He followed you off the floor.

“Oh I don’t want to keep you from enjoying yourself. Please continue dancing if you wish.” You told him.

“If we really want to make this man jealous I should stay with you. And if there is a man stupid enough to let a lovely woman like you go then he should regret it.”

You blushed at his words. He gave you a few compliments while dancing and you found you loved the power he had over words.

Alexander stayed by your side the rest of the evening and escorted you to your carriage at the end of the night. “I had a lovely time thanks to you Alexander.” You said and ducked your head shyly.

“I enjoyed myself too.” He paused and seemed to consider his next words. “Y/N, may I write to you?”

“Of course!” You said happily.

“Then you shall hear from me soon.” He said and smiled once more before walking away.

You climbed into the carriage, which was Lafayette’s. He was waiting for you.

“Well?” He asked as you rode away.

“It worked!” You squealed in delight.

You got letters from Alexander often. He wrote beautiful letters and formed lovely sentences. But you were starting to feel quilty. He met you based on a lie and you worried how he would react when he figured it out.

“You got me into this mess Marquis De Lafayette, you better get me out of it.” You told him one evening.

“All you can do is tell him and hope for the best.”

“You lied to me?”

You took a chance and just told Alexander.

“Well yes. There was no love interest. It was Lafayette’s idea if that makes it any better.”

“No it doesn’t. Laf had stupid ideas all the time. You should know not to listen to them.” He said. “Why didn’t you just ask me to dance?”

“And be rejected?” You scoffed. “Yeah no thanks.”

“You thought I’d reject you?” He asked astounded.

“Of course. Alexander you had so many women come and talk to you that evening. So many more beautiful than me.” You said looking down.

“Y/N,” he said and took you face in his hands. He turned your head up to look at him. “You say there were so many beautiful women there but I only saw one. She walked in with an idiot Frenchman and gave me the privilege to write her at the end of the evening.”

You smiled and blushed deeply. “Had you just asked to dance I would’ve happily obliged.” He told you. He leaned closer and you leaned toward him.

You heard a knock at the door. “Monsieur Hamilton?”

“Stupid Frenchman.” Alexander grumbled. You smiled and walked to the door and threw it open.

“Come back later Laf.” You told him and gave him a pointed look.

Understanding dawned and he smiled. “Ah oui. Alexander?” Hamilton came up behind you.

“Yes Lafayette?” He questioned.

“You’d better not hurt her.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He replied. Lafayette left and you shut the door.

“So, where were we?” You asked.

“I believe right about here.” He leaned in towards you slowly. You stepped up on you tip toes, slamming your lips together. Alexander was shocked at first but quickly reacted and pulled you closer for a deep kiss.

Rundown 5-13-17

Little housekeeping! I think I’m going to start doing these on Saturdays now. I have a nice chunk of time every Friday night to pre-write weekend posts and it would make my Friday mornings a little less “shit, shit, shit” to divert the weekly review to be posted on Saturday instead. That’s it!

On the Docket for the Weekend

Buying those damn shoes. Right Meow! I’m looking for something really casual and slip on. The pair I have right now are super dirty and falling apart. Smelly. My running shoes should probably still be good for a few more months. I should wait closer to my half marathon calendar to replace those anyway.

Weekend Workouts. I have my leg and back today and Sunday will either be a nature walk or maybe even a second upper body if for some reason the weather’s crap.

The Successes

New Workouts! I think the big story for me this week was writing out and doing my new weight workouts. I feel like this is taking a huge step toward my ultimate fitness routine. I’ve already done two of the new workouts and I’m really optimistic and looking forward to how things are panning out. Today is my new leg and back and I’m hoping it isn’t too brutal. I really think I can do it, but boy! If my legs were jelly after the old workout, wait until they get a load of this!

The Not as Successful

Migraines. I had two this week and that’s quite a significant amount of time to lose. Even my “short” ones are around 10-12 hours. The one on Thursday was very bad in particular because I couldn’t keep any food or medicine down, so–so much for any gains that day. 

Little Rambles

This isn’t a complaint at all, but my fiance and I had a real “what’s happening in the next few years” talk and it’s looking like a high chance that we’ll relocate to the GM Tech Center in Austin, TX. Also, with my health insurance likely going away (thanks to you know what) it’s looking like the best time for us to get married is actually this September so he can apply with me on his insurance the same time he redoes his. Oh, my God. I have to start Googling all the things. None of this is bad stuff. I just tend to get borked when I take in a lot of information and visualize the actual frickin’ future.

This song is so rad.

the-meggo  asked:

This might be weird idk but are you going to be at blizzcon? If so, would you ever consider doing a meetup type-thing, even if it was just a quick "hi and bye" something? I'm going for the first time this year and I'd love to just say thanks to you IRL for running such a great blog!

I was waiting until the Con was closer, but yes! Absolutely. I always have time to hang out with fans, aside from the one shift I’m working the floor. I’ll get more concrete plans out here for everyone in the next month or so. :)

Disclaimer | Ask Guidelines

What I'm writing

Do Dis: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever.

Tagged by @pka42, who never lets me off the hook….

Fic:

1) A piece from Hannibal’s POV behind bars as he gets some news about the outside world, tentatively titled, “Holes in the Floor of the Mind.” Only a couple more scenes left, but I’m pretty stuck. I wanted to do an art piece for this but don’t know if I’ll ever get there.

2) Will’s testimony from Hannibal’s trial. Just started it today and am already like seven pages in and haven’t even gotten to Garrett Jacob Hobbs getting shot. XD  Working title: “God Has Nothing to Do with It.” I currently am writing this as just a transcript, but I think I’d like to go back and flesh it out into real prose.

3) Hannibal and Will TAKING A BATH TOGETHER. AM I WRITING SMUT??? No, it’s angst, what else did you expect? No title currently. I’m not working on this piece often, but I’m VERY committed to it. I love it and fully intend to finish and publish.

4) A series of one-shots from various places in the series called “A Moment in the Life of Time.” Starts wtih Hannibal waiting for Will to awaken in “Digestivo.”

5) S4 fic. Stuck on ideas, still in prewriting stages. I’m bad at plot.

6) I’ve pretty much abandoned my Caribbean smut fic.

7) I’ve meant to do some companion spoofs of “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” but haven’t gotten around to it yet. 

Meta:

1) A discussion supporting that Will wasn’t lying in TWOTL when he said he had tricked Hannibal into turning himself in.

2) An actually comprehensive analysis of why it isn’t that Bedelia cut her own leg off. 

3) A full discussion of Hannibal’s morality

4) An analysis of the role of honesty in Hannibal and Will’s communication with each other in S3

Meta from asks (there’s some redundancy here):

1) What would Hannibal think of Adam Raki?

2) Is Will autistic or not? (for real this time)

3) When exactly does Will start having feelings for Hannibal?

4) Why did Bedelia convince Hannibal he needed to eat Will?

5) What defense mechanisms were the most evident in the show?

6) What are the current theories for S4?

7) What was Hannibal thinking when Will said, “You’d only do that if I rejected you”?

8) Was Bedelia jealous of Will?

9) What does the teacup on the show signify?

10) Talk more about Matthew Brown!

11) What is my take on Bedelia’s final scene?

12) Why do I think Hannibal loves humanity for its humanness?

13) When did I first start shipping Will/Hannibal?

14) What is my current interpretation of Will’s sexuality?

I haven’t hardly published any meta in a few months, so you can see I’m kind of burned out on it, but no matter how old these are (and some are REALLY old), I fully intend to get to them eventually. Some of them are even mostly written already and just need gifs or something. 

Guess I’d like to tag @theglintoftherail! (BTW, I’m going to finish “Conjoined” eventually, but I decided to wait till it was closer to finished.) 

I was wondering if you were going to do an updated version of the intro to the sQuad?

i’ve been thinking about it, whether i should just edit the posts i already wrote or wait until it’s closer to the new season and make new posts. it probably won’t be done soon but it’s on my to-do list!

Hi! Re: shoma’s programs this upcoming season, will Mihoko choreograph again?

yep! both programs.

i can’t believe boyang actually got a success perm

sQuad solidarity is real

now all 3 of sQuad have success in their hair. how iconic :’^)

nathan was born with success, boyang gave himself success, shoma…just woke up like this? bedhead perm

The Radar Technican

Original request from a v lovely anon: Hello, I was wondering if you could do one where the reader has really low self-esteem and doesn’t really like herself but Bucky or Clint helps her and shows her how much she means to them and the team? Thanks!

A/N: Okay, so, I changed this up a little bit and I hope you’re okay with and like it ;u;

Pairing: ClintxReader

Word Count: 1836

Warnings: Angst, slight language


“Alright, guys, it looks like you’ve got a battalion headed for you from the East.”

“Got it, thanks.”

“Just doin my job.” I say, casually spinning around in the pilot’s chair before rising and opening up multiple holographic screens to go along with the infrared monitor I already had up.

I watch the multitude of monitors in the cabin. Each of them shows a different image and provides information vital to the mission. One shows radar, another displays and infrared view of the battlefield, and another three show live footage at different angles of the team, close up and in full color. Each display allows me to have a sort of eagle eye view of all the goings on during the mission. It hurts to see everyone out there, fighting the good fight, only to be stuck on the monitors. I can’t help but feel… useless.

“How’re we lookin (Y/N)?” Tony’s voice crackles over the comms.

“Pretty stylish.” I answer. “Like you’re not trying, but it’s really working for you. Very twentieth century super hero squad.”

“It’s good to know we can make this shit look good.” Clint’s voice breaks through. I scan the monitors for him, my eyes locking onto him almost instantaneously.

“Clint get outta there!” I cry.

“What, why?” He asks.

“There’s a missile closing in on you, and it’s moving extremely fast!” I explain, tripping over my words. “Please! Just move!”

I watch in pure horror as he tries to get out of the way. It’s like everything is moving in slow motion, and there’s nothing I can do to help. He dashes to the side and manages to dive behind a wall as the missile makes contact with the ground and explodes.

“That was a little too close for comfort.” Clint sighs from his hiding place.

A loud beeping comes across the intercom and I spread my arms, bringing up seven more screens, one for each of the team. Steve, Tony, Wanda, Nat, Rhodey, Sam and Bucky all have red dots trained on them. My eyes flit over the rest of the screens. Zooming out on the infrared, I see eight other heat signatures trailing across the sky. I can only assume they’re meant for the team. Tony’s thruster boots are damaged and he can’t get out, Rhodey is pinned down by a couple of heavily armed enforcers and everyone else is, basically unprotected.

“Guys, take cover.” I say, plopping down in the pilot’s chair and lifting the craft from the ground.

“What, why?” Steve asks.

“You’ve got eight missiles inbound. Someone really wants you guys dead.” I answer. I try to maneuver the quinjet up through the thick canopy of trees as quickly as possible so I can assist the team. “I’m gonna try to shoot down as many as I can, but I can’t promise anything, so I need you get as far away as you can.”

“(Y/N), no, what if one of those things hits you?” Clint’s voice cuts through.

“That’s a risk I have to take.” I say, angling the jet so that I’m in the path of the incoming explosives. “You guys are the important ones, and you have to get out.”

There’s a chorus of shouting protests, but I block them out. Arming the quinjets projectile weaponry I watch the screens for any sign of them moving. One by one, they gather each other and flee the area, taking out as many of the opposing forces men as they possibly can on their way. I lock onto the missiles with the targeting system and fire.

I miss the first, second and third shots before deciding that firing a single round at a time wasn’t going to get me where I wanted to go and that point and spray is the way to go. I quickly switch the settings and pull the triggers. The projectiles are a little too far away for me to see clearly, so I just shoot off five to ten rounds at a time in the general direction of where I want them to go. I manage to take out two of the missiles, but miss the other six. I have to wait till they’re closer to stop them.

“(Y/N), what’s the plan here?” Steve asks.

“I didn’t really get past blow shit up and not die, so, there really isn’t one.” I hear him sigh and I try to ignore the growing worry as I wait for the missiles to get closer. “You’ve got everyone out of the area right?”

“Yeah, but, (Y/N), you have to be careful. We can’t lose you.”

Yeah, you can, I think. But I’ll try not to die.

“Okay, got it.”

The missiles are approaching quickly now. I can see them a little more clearly and I take my shots. I manage to take all but one of them out and the last one is headed straight for me. There’s nothing I can do, it’s too close.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” Steve asks, his voice stern.

“Sam, you think I could get a ride?” I ask, opening the back of the quinjet and rising from my seat.

“Sure, when?”

“Um, right about now.” I run  down the ramp and launch myself out of the aircraft. I make sure I’ve got my hands over my head to make it easier for him to catch me.

I’m free falling for a moment longer than I had hoped to and I panic a bit. I close my eyes and hope for the best. Suddenly I feel two strong hands gripping my wrists and.the wind blowing across my face. I realize Sam caught me and I quickly grip his wrists in an attempt to reduce the strain on his arms.

“Shit, (Y/N), you are heavier than you look.” He jokes.

“Sorry about tha-” A massive explosion cuts off my words. The force of the blast propels us forward and forces Sam off balance. He loses control and opts to pull me to his chest, wrap us in his wings around the two of us and brace for impact. We hit a few trees before bouncing onto the hard packed dirt of the ground and rolling to a stop.

When Sam unfurls his wings I roll off of him and stumble to my feet. When I’m finally upright someone immediately pulls me to their chest, one arm around my shoulders and the other hand is on the back of my head. I slowly wrap my arms around their middle, unsure of what else to do.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“What the fuck did you think you were doing?” Clint’s tone is reprimanding. “You could have gotten killed!”

“I didn’t though.” I say quietly, my eyes going wide. Clint sighs as he pulls me away and holds my shoulders, looking at me very seriously. He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, but someone cuts him off.

“That was reckless and irresponsible, (Y/N), how could you even think to do that?” Steve says angrily.

“Oh, like you’re one to talk, Mr. Jumps-out-of-planes-without-parachutes. I know what I did was stupid, but no one died and had I not put the quinjet in the path of the missile you guys would have been little itty bitty meat chunks and it would have been my fault. I don’t know about you, but if I had died, I think still would have said that it was the right call.” I scowl at him. “I’m not like you guys. No one knows who I am, I don’t see action, I’m expendable. Don’t dress it up and act like I could be anything else.”

“I-I… (Y/N),” His eyes widen with shock at my words. I pull myself out of Clint’s grasp and walk away from the two of them.

“I’m calling for another quinjet right now.” Tony mumbles, slowly turning away from the group.

I sigh quietly and slide my back down a tree to sit on the cold, hard packed dirt ground. I don’t know why I did that. I don’t know why I got so upset. I shouldn’t have said what I did. It was unreasonable and unprofessional. I know what I did was stupid, but I still feel hot tears prick at my eyes at the thought of everything that had just happened. I rub away the impending waterworks with the heel of my hand before trying to curl in on myself and disappear for good.

The sound of a twig snapping pulls me out of my half hearted pity party. My head snaps up, looking around for the source of the noise. I scan the area until I see someone leaning on a tree nearby. Slowly, Clint comes into view, hands raised at my hostile expression. He ambles over to me and plops down beside me.

“So what was that all about back there?” He asks.

“Nothing…”

“Oh please, that shit show wasn’t just “nothing”. Something’s wrong.” I turn my face away from him so he can’t see the tears forming in my eyes. “Come on, (Y/N), what’s going on with you? You’ve never acted like this before.”

“I don’t know.” I shrug.

“Oh you definitely do.” Clint wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into his side. “But I won’t push you if you don’t wanna talk. It’s okay.”

“I know what I did was stupid. I fully realize that,” I say. “It was dangerous and I could have died.”

“Then why did you do it?”

“I don’t know, I guess I kind of feel like I’m interchangeable and a throwaway. When you find someone more qualified, you’ll just let me go and move on to them.” I release a long breath. “At least this way I would have gone out with a bang.”

“Ooh, harsh wordplay there, (Y/N).” I snort disdainfully. “Do you seriously think you’re unimportant?”

“I don’t know, I guess so.” I shrug again.

“Damn, okay.” He’s silent for a second, rubbing his hand up and down my arm like he’s trying to soothe me. “You think you’re unimportant, but if you were, then I wouldn’t have listened to you earlier. I would be dead.”

“Clint…”

“I would have been the one going out with a bang.”

“Clint, please,”

“Splat.” He exaggerates the ‘t’ sound, smacking his hand against his leg. He tilts his head so he can look at me. “The point is, you are more important to the team than you think and you’re more important to us than you’ll ever know.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yeah,”

“Well then I guess you’ll just have to operate on that until you can realize it for yourself.”

“Okay.”

“Come on.” He quickly stands up and offers his hand to me.

“Where are we going?” I ask, placing my hand in his. Clint hauls me to my feet before answering.

“I think the Captain owes you an apology.”


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Drunk

First of all, thank you @sprout2012 and @pennigg101297 for the ideas and the beta! <3 <3

This is kinda long and full of smut. Hope you guys enjoy!

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It was a hell of a party. And just like any ‘good’ party, everyone was passed out everywhere on the eighth year common room. Except for two people, talking in a distant couch. Harry and Draco were drunk, that was a given, but that wasn’t Draco’s point on their discussion.

'You’re not drunk enough’ he hiccuped.

'I am! Wait… for what?’ Harry leant closer, his thighs brushing against Malfoy’s knees. 

Draco leaned over in a way that made Harry think the boy would faint in his lap. 

But as their lips met and Draco stayed there, that was when Harry knew for sure he wasn’t, indeed, drunk enough. Because if he were he would probably have fainted right then and there. Luckily, his mind was still working somehow, just enough for him to lift his right arm, wrap it around the others back and pull him. Pull him until their chests met, all without breaking the kiss.

And kissed, oh then Harry kissed back. He tilted his head to the side, opened his mouth, explored Draco’s mouth with his tongue like he owned it all. He did, in that moment.

After all, he didn’t give a shit if someone was watching, if someone was recording, all he knew was Draco’s mouth was moving with his, slowly because they were savouring each other. Harry was tasting, biting, bruising all that soft flesh of the other’s lips. Harry’s hands ran all the way down to the other’s back until he reached the hem of his shirt. He pulled it up, exposing all that pale skin of his lower back and scratched, marked the skin with red lines, all of it earning him a moan from Draco. His hands went lower, wrapped around his ass, squeezed and there it was another delicious moan. Lower, he placed them below his thighs and pulled, making Draco straddle him. It wasn’t enough for the blond apparently since he started rocking against Harry. And fuck, he rocked back, his pants too tight too suddenly. He grabbed Draco’s ass, pressed him forward. Draco kept panting in Harry’s mouth.

'Fuck…Fuck…’ he whispered, rocking against him. Their kiss deepened, their tongues intertwined. Harry sucked his lower lip leaving it swollen and red. He bit it until it was so bruised Draco wouldn’t stop moaning with the kisses that came after. 

Harry left Draco’s mouth red, swollen, wet, everything a huge contrast with his pale skin, still too pale even with the blush that painted his cheeks and neck. 

'I’m not drunk enough’ he whispered, still rocking against the other’s hard bulge.

Draco opened his eyes slightly, the pleading look in his face not matching the way he pulled Harry’s hair, making his head tilt back.

'What… ah-what does that mean?’

Harry craved his nails in Draco’s hips making a low hiss escape the blond’s mouth.

'It means’ he sucked the lower lip one more time 'we’re not stopping, ’ Harry kissed his jaw as Draco’s hands caressed his neck. 'We’re not forgetting,’ Draco was staring at him, his eyes blown wide with surprise and lust. 'Because- because you're…’ he turned them over in the sofa, placed his whole body flush on top of Draco’s.

'Addictive’

A trembling laugh escaped Draco’s lips before he arched his back, increasing the friction between them.

'Look who’s talking’ he bit Harry’s earlobe and moaned right in Harry’s ear when he started to fumble with their belts. 'You should be locked up, you know? No one should be allowed to look at you’ Harry grabbed Draco’s cock roughly and the other moaned so loud Harry’s own prick twitched in his pants. The way he rolled the word 'allowed’ in his mouth made Harry want to own Draco and be owned by him.

'Lock me up whenever you want’ he took his own cock out and rubbed it against the Draco’s.

Fuck, that was too much. Too much, he would come and Draco was rocking and moaning and those eyes. They looked like melted steel, pliant and dominant at the same time. 

'Fuck… ah ha fuck Potter…’ he shouldn’t  be allowed to say Harry’s name like that.

They were wet, hard, the speed of their thrusts increasing by the second. ’Fuck’ Harry moaned against Draco’s lips. He was leaking, just like Harry, and he could feel they were both close. Draco’s hands were on Harry’s hips, possessively pulling him closer; his eyes were shut and mouth hanging open, small sounds coming out of it. And that was when Harry saw Draco’s lips forming his name.

But it wasn’t Potter this time.

Harry…’ Draco whispered before turning his face to the side and moaning as he came in Harry’s hand.