oh darlin' when i see your face

Krasivaya-Chapter 5

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression?, Anxiety.

Song: Broken Seether ft Amy Lee

Bucky’s POV

 Oh, he had fucked up this time. His inability to describe how beautiful you truly were causing you deep pain. That made him disgusted with himself.

 The way you had shrunk in on yourself, reached for Steve for comfort, he was no longer your go to guy. No longer the man you sought out when you felt down. He had been replaced by his best friend. The best friend that got to touch you in ways he had only ever dreamt about. That got to kiss you and feel you and wake up to your smile.

He’d been so close to finally claiming you that day in the kitchen. So close to finally tasting you. But Steve just had to rip you away from him.

He was angry. Angry at you. Angry with Steve for not realizing how deeply in love with you he truly was.

“What the fuck was that, punk?” Steve spits out.

“That was me telling the truth. You wouldn’t ever go for a dame like her, and all of a sudden you can’t keep ya hands off of her?” He scoffs, watching as Steve sucks in a harsh breath.

“Jesus, Buck. What the hell is wrong with you?” Steve asks in disbelief.

He merely snorts, turning to Mel, “We’re going to bed,” he grits out. Yanking her from her seat, and ushering her down the hall. He’s slightly disgusted at the way she revels in his attention.

Shoving her hard against the door, he rips the top she’s wearing down the front, exposing her perfect body to the cool air. He wastes no time in sucking a nipple into his mouth.

Her moan sounds wrong to his ears. Her body doesn’t feeling right under his hands. Her hands tug at his hair. “James,” she moans.

He cringes at the tone of her voice, wishing with everything he has that it was you writhing underneath him.

He growls out, “On your knees.”

She complies immediately, sinking down to the ground, fumbling with his zipper.

All he needed was to forget.

Melissa was a means to an end.

Your POV:

You were curled up in a ball on your bed, listening to the moans filtering through the wall.

It had you sick to the stomach. Bile rises in your throat. You wanted nothing more than to run from this place. But you had a duty. A responsibility to the people of the world. You were never one to give up when the going got tough.

Steve enters the bedroom, his nose crinkling in disgust as he hears the moans of his best friend through the wall. He doesn’t bother asking your permission. He picks you up bridal style, carrying you to his bedroom, and depositing you on his bed. He crawls in behind you, nuzzling into your hair, the well of emotion finally bubbles over.

“Why can’t I be pretty like her, Stevie?” you sob as you shove your face into the pillow. “Why can’t he see me for what I am?”

Steve strokes your hair, listening as you cry out your pain.

“How did I end up here? How did I become this person?”

Steve sighs. “Oh, doll. Why can’t ya see how beautiful, how special you truly are?” he says, sadness bleeding into his tone.

You snort. “I’m not though, am I? He only sees a fat, useless lump! God knows I’ve tried, Steve. I’ve tried to make him see me as more, but he’ll only ever see the outside. He’ll never know how much I love him.” Words drown in the ugly crying which is currently happening.

“Shh, baby girl. It’s gonna be okay.” Steve tries to comfort you, hugging you tighter. “He’s a fool for not seein’ what’s right in front of him, and I’m always gonna be here for ya, darlin’.”

You turn to face him, hope plain on your face. “Do you mean it? You aren’t going to toss me to the side when you find someone to love?”

He chuckles dryly. “Oh, doll. I could never do that to ya, you’re my friend. And ya mean the world ta me. I promise I’ll always be there for ya.”

You believe him.

Steve Rogers isn’t one to lie. He’s too good, too pure.

Content with the knowledge that you aren’t completely alone in the world, you fall into a dreamless sleep, snuggled tightly in Captain America’s arms.

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Forbidden Ecstasy - Chapter Three

Pairing: NeganxReader

Chapter Warnings: swearing (Negan style), mentions of rape (again very little), maybe some angst?, and finally the moment you’ve all been waiting for… *drum roll* P IN V LADIES AND GENTS. P. IN. V. ENJOY.

Chapter Summary: Negan deals with a problematic Savior. Meanwhile, we learn some shocking news from the reader.

Word Count: 2,343

A/N: Woooooooooooooow okay so this one ruined me yep pretty sure im dead i have no pulse. It’s weird how this worked out. It just kinda fell into place lol. I used a couple lines from the show bc they just fit. Thank you for all your support with this series! I hope you guys enjoy :* 
A/N2: Lemme know what you guys thought! :) Requests are open

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anonymous asked:

1. your latest works with Reyes, and Mccree are pure gold! please don't stop writing them because they are just way too good. <3 + 2. Can I request one where the reader is a caucasian sniper woman, with low self esteem (but is in reality kind of hot) and Mccree acknowledging her beauty?

Ah, thank you, I love that you enjoy reading them! Of course, it is short but I hope you enjoy reading!

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You closed one eye and looked through the scope. Your body was flat on the gravel top of a grungy motel, hidden in the shadows behind flashing neon lights. The stones were uncomfortable to lie on, especially when all you were wearing was a skintight black body suit to slip into the darkness. You had no use for armour, as the fight was never brought to you.

You could see the target you were assigned to maim - not kill; more than a shock to show how valuable they were and not waste their life away more than anything. The brief was incredibly specific. They were just standing there, hip struck out as their weight was passed to one side. A cigarrette hung from the corner of their mouth and the smoke drifted up infrequently, the light from their holopad ominously lighting up their face. You slightly moved your sight down, focusing in between the hip and the thigh.

You squeezed the trigger and the shot rang out. Chaos ensued with people screaming and glass breaking, confused to what was happening. The target dropped to the floor, clutching their side and shouting for help amongs the commotion. A smile ghosted across your lips.

Mission complete.

“Well done, dollface.” A southern drawl sounded over your earpiece.
“Just packing up, be at the rendezvous in approximately seven minutes.”
“Right at'cha, sweetheart.”

Will he ever cease with his pet names? You rolled your eyes to yourself, precisely packing your sniper away into what appeared to be a saxophone case in it’s previous life, as not draw suspicion.

Hooking the strap of the case over your shoulder, you slid down the rungs of the fire escape ladder until your feet lightly hit the the floor. You pulled your black scarf to cover the bottom half of your face. Your skin was so pale it would no doubt reflect any light shone at you, and that isn’t what you wanted at this time. Black covered every inch of your body, from the flats you wore on your feet to the beanie that sat atop your long locks.

A few minutes of fast paced walking and you had arrived at the meeting point. McCree was facing the other way from you, looking up at the stars no doubt appreciating their beauty. That was one good thing of being so far away from a city was that there was no light pollution and you could just see for miles.

“They are.” You agreed.

Jesse span around, his signature cigar hanging from his lips and his thumbs in his belt buckles. You had to admit, working in Blackwatch had its advantages, and working with the one and only Jesse McCree was one of them.

“I was talkin’ ‘bout you.”

Your brows furrowed. You and Jesse had been in a constant back and forth the past month or so. To say you had low self-esteem was an understatement, and to then be constantly paired with this confident piece of shit every mission didn’t help. He was lovely, but his ego was bigger than that ridiculous belt buckle he still wore.

“Not now. We need to debrief.”
“I mean, you could'a said earlier..” He made his way to start unzipping his trousers, a wolfish grin plastered on his face.
“I’m just playin’. I don’t understand ya, doll.” He stalked his way over to you, you following his dance and stepping back.
“Good.” You said bluntly.

Your back hit the solid front of a tree, your head now tilted up to look at the figure looming over you.

“You wear this kinda shit on missions,’ he said, plucking the beanie off of your head and pulling the scarf down from your face, ‘and don’t expect me to get even a little-”

“Funnily enough I don’t dress like this for you.” You snapped before he could finish what he saying. “I dress like this because it’s uniform and so I don’t have my cover blown.”

He sighed. Taking your hands he gently removed the finger of each glove and slowly pulled them off. He rolled the wrists together and gave the pair back to you.

“I don’t understand why ya cover up.”
“Like I said-”
“No. That’s for missions. Even at base you still don’t show a lot off.”
“Maybe because I don’t have a lot to show off.” You mumbled, dropping your head to look at the earthy ground.

McCree put his finger under your chin and forced you to look at him. His eyebrows were crossed, a concerned look in his eyes.

“You do realise you’re beautiful, right?”
You shook your head. You had always felt plain in comparison to the other women at the Overwatch headquarters. People like Angela and Captain Amari were on another level, and if little Fareeha grew up to look anything like her mother then wow.

“I don’t know why you hide everything away.” His hand had trailed to cup your cheek. “Why do you think we were always together on missions?”

Bastard. Of course it was him.

“I only thought you were a pretty face, but seeing you complete a job and complete it well? Oh boy.” A light dusting of pink scattered his cheeks. “Does more t'a man than you can imagine.”

“I- just.. Seeing how Overwatch ever seems to hire supermodels these days, I was surprised to be even be shortlisted..”

He looked taken aback, as though he was offended.

“Darlin’, Overwatch hires people for their skill. When I heard a sniper was joining Blackwatch I was mighty excited. Then to see it was you?” He put his hands on his hips and exaggerated a huff, making you chuckle. “Brains 'nd talent are far more respectable than just what'cha look like. As long as you put 'n the effort, no one can ever doubt ya. One day, I will make you see that. For now all I’ll do is call ya pretty and hope you agree with me.” He ended with a hat tilt and a cheeky smirk.

His hands cupped your cheeks and he pressed his lips gently to your forehead.

“Until we become more, that’s all I can do f'ya.”
“Until we become more?” You questioned, eyebrow raising.“
“Of course, honey. One day we’re g'na settle down in a nice 'lil cottage with a red front door and a white picket fence..” he trailed off, resting his head on top of yours.

You weren’t even a couple before tonight, but things may have now changed. You smiled gratefully, leaning into his embrace.

“Jesse, I hate to interrupt-”
“And we can get two dogs-”

He took your hand, leading you over to the dropship, no intention of stopping this fantasy of his.

“One can be called-”
He looked at you, eyes wide from realising he’d been rambling.

“Thank you.”

He smiled, pulling you into an embrace.

“Anytime, doll.”

truce | alfie solomons/shelby!reader

@collecting-stories let’s talk about our feelings, everyone, and eat ice cream


A grunt came from across the room.




He sighed this time but gave no other reply besides a harsher scratch against the paper.


“What? What do you want, woman?”

“Ok first, don’t refer to me as woman” you rolled onto your side to stare him down from where he was sat at the desk, scowling at you over his glasses, “and second, I’m bored”.

“I’m working”

“Yes, I know, you’ve been at it for hours now. When are we going to have some fun?”

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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.


“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.”


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There was nothing you could do as you watched in slow motion as May Carleton’s hand collided with your face. You had half expected it to come to this when Tommy told you he had ended his fling with the beautiful but fiery horse trainer, he could no longer waste his life with someone he had no feelings for knowing the woman he had fallen in love with works beside him day in and day out in the office. You may have only been a secretary but you had won the heart of the second eldest Shelby brother.

“You bitch! How dare you take Tommy away from me. Goodness knows why he chose you of all people, I don’t suppose you’ve got a penny to your name. I could’ve given him so much more.” May spat as she stuck her nose up in the air.

You froze in complete shock as you held your throbbing face. Once you had gained composure you immediately kicked yourself for not fighting your corner, however it was too late as Tommy rushed in between you both as he began forcefully guiding May out of the office.

“Come on May we’ve already discussed this, leave (Y/N) out of it, if it’s anybody’s fault it’s mine. Now let me get someone to drive you home.” Tommy said through gritted teeth.

“Don’t bother! I have a driver waiting for me, you’ll regret this Thomas Shelby. Don’t think I’ll let you off with this so lightly.” May sneered as she got into the backseat of her car and was driven off.

Tommy walked back in to see you helping yourself to a shot of his whiskey that he kept in the drawer of his desk.

“Are you ok darlin’? I swear to God (Y/N) I never thought she’d do anything like that, I knew she was feisty but…..” Tommy stopped mid sentence as he zoned in on your face.

“Shit are you bleeding?” He asked, worry written all over is face as he hurried over to you.

You brought your hand to your face when you felt blood beginning to trickle down from a cut on your cheek.

“Oh it’s nothing, it’s only a little cut, I’ve had worse.” You smiled as Tommy reached into his pocket producing a handkerchief and began dabbing at your wound.

“That’s my girl, tough as old boots. You’re definitely Shelby marriage material.” He chuckled as kissed the end of your nose.

Search the Galaxy Ch.8

Yondu waited outside of the room with Quill and the Guardians and Jacar while the clan’s doctor helped y/n. He paced back and forth down the hall as he waited for any word on his love. When the door opened just a crack his eyes snapped over and saw Jacar’s mother, y/n’s aunt standing there. 

“Yondu, you may come in now.” Brela said in a soft voice.

Walking over to the door she opened it for him to go in and he heard as she shut it behind her. Looking around the room that had been turned over he saw the doctor, Kal standing by the door in the room. Going over he looked into the dimly lit room to see it was a bathroom. His eyes stopped when he saw h/c hair. The small omega laid in the large tub filled with a bluish gray water. He couldn’t see to much from here and when the doctor cleared his throat Yondu tore his eyes from her to look at the older male. 

“I won’t lie to you boy, she is in rough shape. There is no doubt that Ekon was beating her, starving her too judging by how much weight she’s lost. He poisoned her, we found the antidote stashed away in the bookcase. I’m guessing he was going to use it if he won the fight. Be glad you got to her when you did, any longer and she wound’t have made it. That poison has made her weak but on top of all that her heat has started. Her body is beginning to show signs of the cycle. There is no getting around this, I can’t give her anything to stop it…”

“So I’m supposed to mate with her when she is already battered? When her body is already exhausted.” Yondu asked in a voice mixed with both anger and worry.

“I got her soaking in a herbal bath to help her heal sooner. She will need to stay in there for a little bit… But yes she will need to mate soon or she will die.” Kal said in a tired voice as he ran his hand over the back of his neck.

When Brela came over they looked to her. “Me and Sphi are going to get the room cleaned up. If you would like Yondu you can stay with her until we are ready to get her back in the bed.” She said with a soft and gentle voice.

Taking a deep breath Yondu nodded, “I’m not leaving her.” He said as he made his way over to the tub. Hearing the door close he moved to sit on the floor beside her. Looking at her now he saw only her shoulders up to be out of the water. He was glad the water was masking the smell of her heat for the time being. He could see the herbs floating in the water and moved his hand to cup some of the water and bring it to her bruised cheek. When the water touched her face he saw as her eyes fluttered open a bit. She looked so tired but he saw as her lips turned up into a small smile. He smiled when she whispered out his name. “There’s my girl.” He said and saw her eyes watering up. “No baby please don cry. Wats wrong?” He asked and watched as her hand came out of the water to rub over his blackening temple. Taking her hand in his he brought it to his lips and kissed it. “It’ll be aright. Ya don’t worry bout’ me. ya worry bout’ gettin’ yerself better.” he told her. When she pulled his hand to her face he felt as she placed her cheek in his palm and leaned to cuddled into it. Closing her eyes she let out a deep breath and before long she was back asleep. He left his hand where she had put it, stroking her cheek with his thumb until he heard the door open. Looking over he saw Brela standing there and nod at him. 

Standing from the floor he gently pulled his hand from her cheek and moved over to grab a towel. Holding it up he watched as Brela and Jacar’s wife Sphi went over and helped y/n stand from the tub. He avoided looking over her body, no matter how much he wanted to. That was the last thing he needed, to jump her bones right in front of her family. When he saw her having trouble he wrapped the towel around her and lifted her into his arms, feeling her head lay on his shoulder. He held in his growl when the smell of her heat hit his nose, making his fin glow red. Turning he limped into the room to see it now clean. Going over to the bed he let Brela pull back the covers before he gently placed her down. 

“Let us know if you need anything. Supper will be brought up shortly. There are some clothes on the chair I thought you may be able to fit, if you would like a shower.” Sphi said before both her and Brela left.

Yondu helped y/n to lay down on the bed and pulled the covers up over her towel covered body. Looking down at his dirt and blood covered body he saw the pile of clothes on the chair and limped over to grab them. Taking one last glance at y/n he saw her to be sleeping peacefully and knew it would be a good idea to shower before laying in her clean bed…. or matting for that matter.

After his shower Yondu walked out to see two trays of food on the table, along with a pitcher of what he guessed was wine and two glasses. Going to her side he ran his hand over her arm and saw her wake up. At first she recoiled away from his touch and he felt his heart clench, had Ekon let that big of a imprint on her? “Supper’s ready.” he told her but she only looked towards the table and shook her head. 

“I’m not hungry. You go eat.” you told him. You did not want to go over there. So many days you had been forced to sit on the floor by Ekon’s feet like some animal while he ate. He would only feed you when it was clear you were about to pass out. Looking at the chair he had always sat in felt your hands shake.

Yondu furrowed his brows at the omega. He knew she was lying. He could hear it in her voice, but why? Seeing her eyes glance to the table he felt the blankets moving and looked down to see her hands shaking. Then it hit him. He remembered the first night he had come to rescue her she had been laying on the floor beside that table. “Hey darlin’. Look at me.” he said and watched as she looked back at him before looking at her lap. That would be one thing of what he was guessing of many things he would have to un-teach her. Curling his finger under her chin he lifted her gaze to meet his. “Ya ave’ ta eat, princess.” he told her but saw her sigh. “Girl now ya listen to me. I know he urt’ ya. I know he did and i’m sorry. I was mad and I let me anger get ta me. I turned ya away, I turned my mate away. But I am here now. And I promise I will take care of ya and love ya till me last breath. So baby I’m tellin’ ya, eat, at least somethin’.” Yondu said in his alpha voice. Seeing her nod her head he took a deep breath before lifting her again and carrying her over to the table with the blanket wrapped around her. 

As they ate Yondu watched her. She stayed quiet and every so often she would cringe up, closing her eyes and fisting her hands in the blanket. He had been trying to breath in through his nose as her hair dried making her scent fill the air. He could feel the tightening of the pants he was wearing and subconsciously kept running his tongue over the sharp tips of his teeth. Shoving a piece of meat into his mouth he stared at her neck and felt the low growl in his throat. Closing his eyes he tried to steady himself. ‘she is hurt you idiot. you can’t just fuck her brains out.’ he told himself. Shaking his leg he took a deep breath and poured himself another glass of wine. Bringing it to his lips he drank down half of it in one go. Sitting the cup back down he saw her looking at his glass before her eyes fell back to her lap. He could see the saddened look on her face and furrowed his brows. “What’s wrong beautiful?” he asks.

“You can not possibly call me that. I am covered in black and blue bruises and have a buster lip.” you say and feel as your eyes begin to water up. How in the galaxy could he think you were pretty. How could he want to touch you. Maybe he didn’t really want to, maybe that’s why he was drinking so much. 

“What’s wrong wit bein’ blue?” Yondu said with a small chuckle. “Ya are always beautiful ta me baby. The scars will go away wit time. But untils then tat jus’ means I’ll ave’ ta kiss em’ better.” He said giving her a sly smirk. When he saw her swallow hard he placed his fork down and stood. Going to her side of the table he grabbed her chair and turned it towards him making her jump slightly. Crouching down in front of her he saw her eyes look up at his bare chest before shooting back down. He smiled when he realized she was embarrassed. Lifting her chin he looked into her e/c eyes and smiled. Leaning forward he pushed his lips to hers. Flicking out his tongue he swiped it over her lower lip and heard her gasp. Moving his hand to cup her cheek while his thumb pulled down on her chin he opened her mouth. Rolling his tongue into her mouth he couldn’t stop the loud growl at tasting her. Rubbing his other hand down her side to rest on her hip he pulled her close to him, feeling her legs on either side of him. 

Continuing to work her mouth he finally lifted her up from her seat and walked over to the bed, not breaking from her mouth. Sitting her on the bed he dropped the blanket from her body and looked down at her. He could see the bruises from where Ekon had kicked her and when a line had caught his eye he looked at her eyes to see her looking extremely embarrassed and sad. Holding her hip in one hand he grabbed her shoulder with the other and turned her so he could see her back. When the dark lash marks met his eyes he felt his blood boil. Everyone went a different direction and he could see the slight welt on some of the newest ones. “Oh darlin’..” he said in a soft voice. He knew from experience how much whipping hurt. Thinner scars than hers covered his back from where the Kree had whipped him. Hearing her soft cries he looked back at her face to see her crying again, her lip quivering. 

“You…if you chan…changed your mind. We don’t have to..I mean you don’t have to…” you sobbed as you looked down at your feet, trying to pull the blanket back over your form. No doubt it had to be a hideous sight.

“No y/n. Stop it.” Yondu said as he gripped her shoulders and gave her a small shake. “What did I just tell ya? I don’t care about the marks, I love ya. I love every part of ya…Yer lips.” he said as he moved to kiss her again, “Yer cheeks.” he said placing a kiss to her cheeks and moving down to her neck. He peppered the skin there with light kisses before nipping lightly at where his claiming mark will go. “Yer body.” his voice deepened when he got to placing kisses on her shoulder and chest. “And yer scars.” he said, moving to lick where a small welt wrapped around her side. “All of it.” he growled. Locking his lips with hers he guided her back to lay on the bed. Crawling after her he held himself up on his forearms. Trailing kisses and licks to her jaw and neck he began to groan at the tightness of his pants. Pushing them down his legs he grabbed her hands and held them beside her head as he kicked the pants to the floor. Sucking marks into her skin he heard her begin to moan. Smirking he move to take one of her nipples into his mouth, making the soft bud become hard. His female let out a high gasp and he chuckled. “What other sounds can I get from my girl?” he said. Biting down on the mound of her breast he listened as she let out a whine. He was careful not to bit the bruised area, not wanting to hurt her.

Rubbing her sides he moved one hand to her thigh and spread them. Looking down he growled out and moved his hand to rest between her legs. He traced the slit of her sex with his finger, feeling as she bucked her hips. Chuckling he kissed her ribs as he slowly pushed one of his fingers into her hole. She gave a moan at the new feeling and before long was melting into his touch. Smelling her heat covering his fingers made the captain have to shake his head to remain calm. Licking down he settled himself between her legs and licked up her slit. At this the female let out a high pitch squeak. Smirking Yondu pumped his finger in and out of her as he lapped at her sex like a starved man. He groaned and growled at how sweet she was on his lips and before long he felt her fluttering around his fingers. Ripping them out of her he heard her whine in need. 

“Shhh sweet girl I’ve got ya. I know what ya need.” he said in a low voice that sent chills down her spine. Moving between her legs he lined himself up with her and kissed at her neck. “You trust me baby?” he panted and felt as she nodded. “Good girl.” he said, grabbing her hands again and pinning them down beside her. Looking into her eyes he saw fear and lust. “I love you.” he said in Centaurian and saw her smile. Pushing in he felt her stiffen and buried his face in the crook of her neck when she began to cry out in pain. Closing his eyes he kissed at her neck.

“Ahhh.” You cried out at the sharp pain between your legs. Feeling Yondu pushing in deep you felt like he was going to rip you into. Flinching away he held you tightly under him. You felt him kissing your neck as he tried to sooth you but it hurt so bad. You cried and shook as he fully filled you, when he stopped moving you heard a soft whistle you stopped your crying and listened. 

Yondu whistled a soft tune while she adjusted to his girth and the pain passed. He felt her relax under him and heard her cries stop. Smiling he nuzzled his cheek against her jaw as he whistled. By the time the tune was over she had relaxed fully and he kissed her neck before pulling out and thrusting back in. He heard as she gasped at his movements. In and out he thrusted his hips against hers. Moving one of his hands to her leg he threw it over his back so he could get deeper in her. She moaned and whimpered when he hit her sweet spot. Letting out small growls he nipped at her neck, suckling on the thin skin under her ear. 

When his knot began to form he pulled out of her flipped her over onto her stomach. Looking down at her back he gave a growl before kneeling and taking hold of her hips. Pulling her up onto her knees he pushed back into her sex. Yondu moaned out at how tight she was. Holding onto her hips he pulled and pushed her off his cock. Pinning her down to the bed he heard her hiss in pain when he laid on her sore back. Fisting his hand in her hair he gave her growls as his alpha was fully released. He gripped her wrist so hard there was no doubt there would be bruises to show. Holding her down beneath him he mated her. Soon his movements became difficult when his knot locked behind her pelvic bone. Hearing her scream out in pleasure he let out a roar as he began to fill hr with his seed. Biting down on her neck he heard her scream in pain. She thrashed with all her might trying to get him to let go of the hold he had on her neck. Drinking down the blood rushing in his mouth he moaned around her skin and felt his eyes roll back. Feeling y/n go limp under him he realized what he was doing and unlocked his jaws to look down at her.

A trail of blood rolled from the deep oval wound on her neck and her eyes were closed. Knotting his brows Yondu moved the hand he had in her hair to her hip and held her close as he rolled them over. Even the slightest movement pulled on his knot in her and he didn’t want to hurt her more. Leaning up he grabbed the blanket and pulled it over them. His mate was still was he ran his hand over her the slight bump on her belly. Licking at the claiming mark he made sure to clean it.  Stroking the side of her face with his knuckles he sighed. So this was love. Never in his life had Yondu felt so much for one person. He wanted nothing more than to keep her safe. To care for her. Smiling he looked back at his pile of clothes on the floor. Giving a whistle he made his arrow go bring him his jacket. Fishing out his communicator he pressed a button and waited. 

“Yon..dude?!” Quill said and Yondu watched as the boy covered his eyes.

“Hush boy. I need ya ta bring me somethin’ from my ship.” He said.

“But your naked.” Quill groaned.

“I’ll still eat chu’…” Yondu growled.

“Fine. What is it?” Peter asked in an annoyed voice.

Originally posted by scorpling


Why’m I floating, why’m I floating?
Feeling broken hearted
Broken darlin’
Why’m I floating, why’m I floating?
Feeling broken hearted

[Verse 1]
When you walk
I’m jealous of the floor
The way you smile
I’ve never seen before

I’ve never even met you darlin’
Why’m I feelin’ broken hearted?
I’ve been waitin’ for
Waitin’ for a girl like you
Oh, Oh

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Baby, take a chance with me
And let me, show, show
Show you all that we could be
Why’m I floating, why’m I floating?
Feeling broken hearted

[Verse 2]
Take my hand
There’s nothing left to lose
I’m just a man
A man, that’s needing you
Needing you baby

Have you been feelin’ tired lately
Runnin’ through my mind, please save me
I’ve been waitin’ for
Waitin’ for a girl like you
Oh, Oh

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Baby, take a chance with me
And let me, show, show
Show you all that we could be
Why’m I floating, why’m I floating?
Feeling broken hearted
Broken darlin’
Why’m I floating, why’m I floating?
Feeling broken hearted

[Verse 3]
This oxygen is leavin’ me
When I see your face
No camouflage no tatted
Runner hideaway
I can’t deny what’s goin’ on
Inside of me
It’s killin’ me to keep it in
So honestly

Your lips, they taste like poison
It’s running through my veins
Are you the widow, break me
I’ve never felt this way
Damn, you come down from heaven
God must’ve felt my praying
What are you doing to me, yeah

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Baby, take a chance with me
And let me, show, show
Show you all that we could be (x2)
Why’m I floating, why’m I floating?
Feeling broken hearted
Broken darlin’

V is for Visual Impairment (22/26)

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS)
Prompt: Fic 22 of 26 in the CMO’s Log – A to Z series.  Click here for a listing of all the fics in this series!  V is for Visual Impairment.
Word Count: 4597.
vision loss, anxiety, surgical procedures.
Rating:  Teen+.
Author’s Note: Requested by my cinnamon roll @fandomheadrush – this fic got away from me.  I just started writing and couldn’t stop.  A lot of it is written from personal experience (word to the wise: don’t ever detach a retina if you can help it, it really effing blows), and I’ve left the procedure very much the same as the way it’s performed today just because from what little I know about physics and lasers, even 200 years from now we’re not going to have the kind of technology required to close a large retinal tear without invasive surgery.

V is for Visual Impairment

Your head is still reeling as you swing your legs over the edge of the bio bed you’ve been lying on for the better part of the afternoon and your ears are still ringing.  You’d been involved in an explosion on an away mission, and while you’d been armored well enough that you’d avoided shrapnel injuries, you’d been close enough to the epicenter of the blast that you’d been knocked on your face by the shockwave that followed the detonation.

As soon as you’d been beamed back up onto the ship, you’d been rushed to medical with the rest of the team and thoroughly checked over.  After looking over your scans and monitoring your condition for a while, Dr. McCoy had finally pronounced you fit to leave medical, and you’d jumped at the chance.

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The Devil’s Angel

The Devil’s Angel // Negan Oneshot

REQUESTED BY @prettyepiic : ohhh if I may I would love to request a oneshot with Negan… in his sexy room… on the outside I’m acting as though his hunger for me is something I’m nt interested in but on the inside my hormones are exploding with total captivation and arousal… I feel as though I might have to give into temptation :)

WARNINGS: swearing, smut

Working wasn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be when I agreed to join this group. The kitchen was a familiar place to me before the apocalypse started, though I never thought I’d be able to cook like I used to due to the lack of ingredients out there in the middle of nowhere fighting off walkers. I almost feel a sense of home here with being a Savior, but something about Negan just rubs me the wrong way. The way he controls every human here, how he mindfucks everyone who disagrees with him or tries to leave, the list goes on. Though, what bothers me the most is how I find him so goddamn attractive. I basically hate his guts, but that fucking salt and pepper beard gets me every time.

I continue making dinner in the main kitchen, preparing the rack of chicken breasts to be put in the oven. I bend down, sliding the tray into the oven when I hear the floor crack lightly behind me. Casually, I glance over my shoulder to find Negan sitting at the island counter, smirking down at me. I jump at his sudden presence, my back slamming against the oven door and closing it abruptly.

“Now what is a damn fine woman like you slaving in this kitchen when you could be sittin’ pretty as one of my wives?” Negan calmly asks, cockiness oozing from his voice.

My face reddens against my will, slightly embarrassed that I was just thinking filthy thoughts of this terrible man who now sits in front of me. My hand that clutched my heart now nervously glides down, returning to my hip.
“Not every woman is willing to throw themselves at your feet and beg for you to take them,” I boldly state, my chest still rising and falling heavy.

Negan chuckles, throwing his head back and all. “Oh, darlin’… I’d love to see you try and keep that word.”

I roll my eyes, even though I’m scared as hell of him. His tongue shoots out slowly to graze over his lips, and I curse myself at the way it turns me on. I bite my lip hard trying to contain my arousal inside me.

He slides off the stool, making his way around the counter towards me. Instantly I freeze up, holding my ground in front of the hot oven. He takes advantage of this, placing both hands on the counter on either side of me, trapping me in front of him.

Negan leans in to kiss my lips when I slap him involuntarily. I stun myself, the action only done out of instinct. He, however, just smirks, touching his slapped cheek lightly before returning to his stance enclosing me.
“You’re gonna have to do better than that, sweetheart,”
At his words, I ram my lips onto his, my hands clutching at his white t-shirt desperately. Fuck fuck fuck…

Negan’s clearly thrown off at my kiss, almost as thrown off as I am, but quickly catches up to me, grabbing ahold of my lower back and literally smashing my body against his. My hands trail up inside his shirt, raking his abs and chest while his hands lower over my ass, giving it a good smack. I yelp, and Negan takes that to his advantage to bite on my lower lip, my panties already soaking. Before I can hesitate, he already works my leggings off me, tossing them carelessly over his shoulder.

Suddenly he lifts me up onto the counter, his body separating my thighs along with his hands helping him keep me apart.

I gasp at his actions, not sure if here’s a great place to fuck, and also not sure if this is me taking control or if it’s my arousal. “Negan, we’re in public–”

He tears off my shirt before I can finish my sentence, leaving me speechless. “Guess we’ll have to be quiet, babygirl. You a screamer? If not, I’ll gladly make you one.”

Instantly Negan presses hard on my clit with his middle finger, drawing endless circles on it furiously. I nearly lose my balance on the counter, clawing his shoulders achingly. My moans are stifled yet so loud, falling completely into his simple touch. I thrust my hips along with his quick rhythm, but suddenly he pulls his hand away, grinning.

“Na ah ah, angel,” Negan scolds, watching me squirm at his lack of touch. “You don’t move unless I fucking tell you so. You’re gonna be daddy’s little toy, and if you don’t listen, you’re gonna get punished.”

I groan at his filthy words, desperate for his touch again. Bad thoughts run across my mind, whispering to me what a terrible person I am to cave into such a bad man like this. Negan lowers his face to my heat, only blowing his cold breath all over my wetness that I flinch at the sensation.

I hold back his shoulders. “We shouldn’t do this,” I tell him, my conscience getting the best of me even in this vulnerable state.

“You sure?” he then licks a thick stripe up my heat, maintaining eye contact with me the whole time.

Just watching him between my thighs drains all the worry and regrets out of my system, no matter how hard I tried to fight it. His stubble scratches against my inner thighs as he smashes his mouth onto my clit, sending me up the wall with pleasure. I grab the back of his head, holding him there against me. I clearly remember him telling me not to move, but looks like he’s too caught up in the moment to realize.

“Ugh, fuck!” I whimper, my climax nearing by just the touch of his tongue on me.
My walls twitch involuntarily, and Negan notices. He cunningly takes his mouth off me, blowing cold air onto my sensitive area, knowin exactly what he’s doing to me.

“I swear if you keep teasing me I’m going to fucking kill you,” the words slip out of my mouth before I can stop them, the irritation of being teased getting the best of me.

“Well, I guess you could say I’m a dead man,” and with that, he flips me onto my stomach on the counter, holding me there with a strong grip. “And don’t think I didn’t notice you acting up.”

Negan brings down his open palm hard onto my ass, the slapping sound echoing through the vast kitchen. I yelp out of surprise and pain, sighing at the sting it leaves on my skin.

Negan gets close to my ear, still holding me down. “Keep quiet and count.”

Another slap on my ass makes me jolt again, turning me on with every touch. “Two,” I grunt out, a whimper escaping my lips.

The third slap comes quickly after, his hand lingering on my reddened skin to soothe the pain. “Ah, three!”

The fourth is even harder, and he takes a handful of my ass and squeezes, a groan coming from deep within his throat. “Fuck! Four…”

“Mmm, darlin’ you’re being so good for me…” Negan’s hand slides down from my sore ass to my wetness, realizing I’m soaked and dripping onto the counter. “Damn, look at you… you’re fucking soaking!”

Negan chuckles darkly as he slides past my underwear and begins vigorously thrusting two fingers inside me, catching me off guard. He flips me back over on my back, fingers still thrusting at full speed, and holds my hips down with his other arm. My moans are breathy and high-pitched, still attempting to stifle them under Negan’s orders.

My peak is nearing though I know he’s going to stop himself, wanting me to cum on his cock instead. But when my walls twitch, his eyes bore into mine, going faster and harder, loving the view of me in such pleasure under his touch. I scream out, having nothing to brace myself onto when I finally burst, my juices flowing out onto his hand that continues to fuck me through my orgasm. The sound of his palm smacking against my juices encourages him on, his cock trapped in his jeans practically begging to be freed from its tight confinement.
Suddenly he lifts me off the counter and tosses me over his shoulder, heading to the stairs. My high dies down, though I still breathe heavily against him. He slams open the door to what I assume to be his bedroom.

He throws me on his bed lustfully, coming at me instantly. He forces my legs wide, teasing my entrance with his cock for the first time. A groan of anticipation escapes past my lips, looking down to see his massive length about to be shoved inside me. He surprisingly pushes himself in antagonizingly slow. A satisfied sigh forces itself out of me, loving the feeling of his full, thick length filling me completely up.

Negan holds himself there, balls-deep. “You don’t even know what you’re gettin’ yourself into, angel.”

Negan looks me dead in the eyes, his hand reaching down to grab my throat as he began pounding into me furiously. I scream out, clutching his black sheets desperately. His grip is tight on my throat, using it to thrust harder and faster into me. My hands trail to his hand, finding him turning me on that he’s even violent in the bedroom, too. My breasts bob as he continues to pound into me, and he latches his mouth onto my chest, leaving me open-mouthed kisses and bites.
The moans that escape Negan’s throat only pushed me further to my climax. His groans were gravelly and deep,  making me not want to ever hear any other sound besides that for the rest of my days. He made me feel pure heaven, even as a man who was truly hell. He could convince me to do anything at his beck and call. It’s nearly embarrassing how easily I could cave into him, especially when I claim I hate him. Negan was the devil, and I was his Eve, corrupted by his evil, devious voice.

His grip on my throat suddenly got stronger, pulling me out of my trance. “Fuckin’ look at you, darlin’. Taking my cock while I choke you, my dirty fuckin’ girl.”

His filthy mouth sends me over the edge. I let out a high-piched squeal, meeting his thrusts as I continue my high. Negan twitches inside me, but pulls out just in time, flipping me over and cumming all over my ass. His thick liquid hitting my skin makes me sigh, my body resting lazily on his now ruined sheets.
“Fuck, babygirl. You look so damn hot all sprawled out on my bed,” Negan grunts, coming down from his climax. He leans down to whisper hot in my ear. “And I don’t let just any woman into my bedroom like this, darlin’.”

With his words, he gives me a sharp slap on the ass, making me groan into his bed sheets.

“Get yourself cleaned up, angel. But don’t think that’ll be the last of what I’ve got for ya,” Negan chuckles as he exits. closing the door and leaving you still panting on his bed.

Goddamn, this devil is going to be the utter end of me…
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Imagine if you were at a party with Chibs, getting comfy on the couch.

Just another full in swing SAMCRO bash, nothing out of the ordinary here, and the naked crow eaters are just of the norm. But they are of no concern to your old man, Chibs had his eyes on you all night, and you couldn’t stop yourself from blushing under his gaze. 

You were at the bar, chatting it up with all the other old ladies and the couple of brave crow eaters that stuck around. Chibs was outside with his brothers, most likely showing off his new Dyna that you have already had the pleasure to ride upon, in more way than others. 

The ladies banter and gossip lost your interest right about the moment Chibs and most of his brothers came piling into the clubhouse, loud and in a cloud of smoke. Immediately walking up to you, leaning down to place a tender kiss on your neck, knowing all too well what that certain spot does to you, he stepped back, giving you a cheeky shit of a smile. It took all you had to not give out a small moan, not like anyone would have heard it anyways, but Chibs would have known, and you didn’t want to give him that satisfaction…yet. He, on the other hand, made his way over to the couch on the other side of the room, eyebrow arched high, enticing you to play along and follow him. As if you need a formal invitation.

Not noticing all the ladies staring, you left them to their stories, almost eagerly making your way to the sofa. Chibs patted the spot besides him, you looked at it and smirked, deciding to take the next best seat, his lap. That caught him by surprise, as it did the ladies, for that was their queue to politely mind their own business now. 

You turned to face him, not really wanting to go for the whole stripper tease routine at the moment, and grabbed his neck softly, leaning in to kiss that playful smirk off his face. As he deepened your kiss, he grabbed onto your thighs, pulling you closer into him, your chest now against his. 

“Jesus christ,” he moaned as you pulled away, “I don’t know what’s gotten into you darlin’, but I love it.”

You chuckled lightly, reaching up and running your fingers through his hair. Having had pulled you into another kiss right when the rest of the guys had came crashing loudly back into the clubhouse, stopping short when they see one of their brothers getting frisky with his old lady in front of everyone. Hollers and whistling erupted throughout the room.

“Get a room!” They all yelled. 

You couldn’t help but blush as you tried to hide your face in Chibs cut,

“Oh hush the lot of ye’!” 

You turned back around, remaining on Chibs lap, but facing forward towards the rest now. Music blared out the speakers outside and the melodic Led Zepplin song filled the room. Everyone hoot and hollered as they sang along, drink in one hand, old lady in the other. You smiled as you sang along, moving your hips to the rhythm, knowing all too well what this was doing to your old man, as you were still indeed on his lap. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, playfully biting you shoulder,

“Just you wait until I get you home.”

caffeinatedmxsings  asked:

Also, let’s say you and Niall have a boy after your girl. And as with any newborn he needs a lot of attention and Niall’s little girl is feeing sad and left out :(

You’re trying to kill me! Okay i think Niall would make special “daddy Daughter time” where maybe you’re feeding the baby so Niall takes this time to do whatever makes his little princess happy. You’d walk past her room with your new baby on your shoulder trying to burp him and you’d stop when you see Niall sitting cris cross on the floor with a tiara on his head while your daughter is sitting across from him with a play teapot in her hand. “Oh yes jus two sugars please darlin.” Your Daughter would have a giant grin on her face as she “poured” his tea and you’d walk away letting them get back to their special time.

anonymous asked:

how about a shy fem so with McCree and he has a thing for her how would she react to his flirting and how would he react to her being all cute and shy

This is so cute omg(*^▽^*)


-would flirt on a daily basis

-wouldn’t always make it obvious though sometimes just little comments on your outfit or hair

-“my, oh my. Don’ you look pretty today.”

-when he sees you blush though

-he loses all his mind trying not to squeal at how cute you are

-since your shy he makes sure when he flirts he doesn’t make you too embarrassed

-but sometimes he can make you blush like crazy without trying and it makes you cover your face

-“aw, no darlin’. Don’t cover that pretty face. I think its cute when you blush.”

-will love hugging you whenever you don’t see each other for a while

-when he cracks a joke around the team he looks for you and your precious smile and smiles like idiot himself

-this man loves you too much for his own good

-he will make you blush when your alone like crazy because he loves it SO MUCH

I Love You

A/N- If you don’t know about the tragedy that is Gabriel’s life then please don’t read! This idea occurred to me a while ago and well… I’m sorry… Tell me what you think! x)

Prompt- The reader has an unspecified incurable disease. Their boyfriend, Gabriel, though he can’t cure them, finds a way to keep them alive for as long as he is alive. One day he meets the Winchester and faces his brother Lucifer.

Gabriel x Reader

Word Count- 1411

Warning- Characters death

It was dark. All around you was pitch black. Your entire body was illuminated by a soft light. Then you started to hear his voice echo all around you. It was just as soft and full of love as you remembered it being.

Don’t worry…


I’ll take care of you…


I’ll always take care of you…


Even if I’m not here with you…


I’ll take care of you…


As long as I’m around…


You’ll live…


You’ll live… with me…


Forever if you want…


“Of course I want that Gabe… But” you say just as you had the day it actually happened. Though this was just a memory within a dream. “To be with you forever… but… I’m… and… You’re an angel. I won’t be able to live… as long as you,” you added while avoiding his gaze, but he took your hand in his. You looked up and he was smiling confidently. You hadn’t even realized when his image appeared before you.


I know…


I know you’re sick…


“It’s not something you can heal Gabriel. Even if you’re an amazing angel. You can’t cure me. I wouldn’t want you to… I just… When I die… I want you to just move on,” you tell him. He smiled sadly


If I were to die… would you like it if I asked you to move on?


You shook your head, “Of course not. How can I ever move one from you?”


Exactly. I feel the same way. Plus… I may not be able to cure you but I have second best solution.


He was so excited. “Gabe…” you say with a sigh. You had given up hope many- many years ago. Gabriel only made your remaining life happy and fun.


Look just humor me okay?


You nodded slowly, “Okay.”


There’s a spell. It will connect your life span to mine, by giving you some of my grace, but… You’ll still feel a bit sick at times. You up for it?


“Gabe that… that sounds dangerous… For you I mean. If I die… won’t you die too?” you questioned.


No- no It’s the other way around. If I die, you will die too… But you don’t have to worry about that. I’ll never die. We can be together forever.


You sighed, but, for the first time you felt the slightest sliver of that bright light called hope. “I can… be with you… forever? Can I really be alive with you by myside for years and years? You won’t… You won’t get tired of a plain human like me?”


Of course not. I love you. If I’m gonna live an eternity then, as cheesy as it is, I wouldn’t want to live with anyone else besides you.


Tears welled up in your eyes and you couldn’t contain them even if you wanted to.


Is that a yes?


“Of course!” you responded.


Great! We can get married too. Maybe even have a little squirt or two. Or adopt, I wouldn’t mind. Of course we’re going to need a dog, unless you want a cat then we could have both. A pet dragon would be amazing and-


“Gabe! Gabe! Calm down. We’ll… get there when we get there. We don’t even know if this spell thing works,” you said.


Of course it will work! You gotta have a little faith.


A few minutes and several strange words later, he pulled an orb of light from within him. He slowly placed it in you, and though it hurt more than you let on, you felt better almost immediately. Not only were you somewhat healed, but you were able to see Gabriel’s wings.

Then you woke up.

You sighed, “I’ve been having that dream all week… I hope Gabe is alright,” you whisper to yourself.

It was a week ago that Gabriel told you he wouldn’t be around for a while. Saying that he had to help some Winchester boys and fight his brother Lucifer. It all seemed so scary to you and you were strongly opposed to him doing anything dangerous since he no longer had all his grace. It was years since that day. He was used to his shortened grace, but you, you didn’t even know how much of his grace he actually gave you. He had told you a small chunk size, but the fact of the matter was that he gave you a little more than half. He knew that, had you known, you would decline the offer entirely, and he was right.

‘Babe? Thinking about me again?’ you heard his voice in your head.

“Huh? How’d you know?” you questioned.

He chuckled, ‘I’m an angel darlin’ I can sense your longing,’ he responded.

You covered your face out of sheer embarrassment. “Oh sorry about that. Um… but… I have this bad feeling… Well it isn’t so much as a bad feeling but… I guess…” you start but let your words fall.

‘Miss me?’ he asked, and you shook your head as if he could see. ‘I miss you too babe. Don’t worry your pretty little head. We’re almost done here. Just gotta meet some gods, they’re havin some meeting. It should be fine. I’ll tell you all about it when I come back to you alright?’

“You will come back to me right?” you question.

‘Of course I will. You gotta have a little faith,” he said. ‘I gotta go now alright. Hang tight a little bit longer and I’ll be there before you can say Gabriel is the best angel in all the world and I love him more than anything in the world. OKAY! I really have to go-’

“Okay… be careful” you whisper before sighing. You closed your eyes, “Gabriel is the best angel in all the world and I love him more than anything in the world…” Slowly opening your eyes, you were sad that he wasn’t there. You shouldn’t have thought he’d actually be there after saying it.


“Oh I’m loyal… to them-” Gabriel told his brother, angel blade in hand.

“Who? These so called gods?” Lucifer questioned.

“To people Lucifer,” Gabriel answered, as if it hadn’t been obvious before.

Lucifer scoffed, almost smiling at his answer. “So you’re willing to die for a pile of cockroaches, why?”

“Because Dad was right… They are better than us,” Gabriel responded, with more conviction than he had ever had in his life. He was thinking of you. He thought you were better than anyone, angels included.

“They are broken, flawed, abortions-” Lucifer almost shouted.

“Damn right they’re flawed,” Gabriel said, pausing a little before continuing, “But a lot of them try.” Again. He thought of you. All he could think about is you. Why was he here facing off his brother? If he died here, you would die with him. He didn’t want that but, if he ran away now, and went back to you. You’d be angry that he did. He was doing this for you.

They continued to talk as Gabriel stalled for the real version of himself to sneak behind his brother and finish him off.

“But I know where your heart truly lays,” Lucifer said.

Gabriel, for a second, feared that Lucifer knew about you. Gabriel swung his arm down, but Lucifer turned around and forced it into him.

“Here,” Lucifer whispered.

Gabriel was shocked and gasped, looking from the blade back to his brother.

“Y/N I love you,” he said softly, though it was inaudible to his brother before him.

Lucifer twisted the blade and Gabriel was lit in a bright light as he screamed in agony. Leaving behind an imprint of two wings.

At the same time~

You were making or trying to make homemade chocolates for Gabriel. You didn’t even know if he was coming back that day but it was good to be ready just in case. You held the bowl against your hip as you mixed the chocolate, and read over the recipe in case you missed something.

That’s when you felt a sharp unbearable pain on your stomach. You screamed and dropped the chocolate as you were engulfed by the same bright light. Before you fell to the ground you whispered, “I love you Gabe,” knowing in the back of your mind that Gabriel was gone. But, because Gabriel have you some of his grace, you also left an imprint of wings on the ground. The wings Gabriel was initially missing. He had given them to you. Willingly so.

He knew you were more angel than any angel could ever be.

Hope you liked it!