quickie thing

The thing I love most about Jesse and Genji confirmed to be in Blackwatch together is that they’ve lived such diametrically opposite lives the likelihood of shenanigans just bursts through the roof so fast that it’s gonna give Gabriel a migraine practically 24/7.

Genji was a spoilt ninja rich kid so he tells McCree the benefits of exfoliating, how to kill a man with those huge thighs, to properly wear a suit and ball dance while undercover, make every cocktail known to man, and that there’s the way the military uses knives and the ways ninjas use knives.

Jesse McCree was a gang member in his teens and then lived in the military so he shows Genji how to actually use a kitchen, to fix vehicle engines while under fire, the many virtues of dishonorable fighting, make field rations edible, and dealing with the inevitable guilt and loss that comes with fighting in an army.

I just like the idea of these two guys making deep impressions on each other that blend into their personal styles of fighting and what type of people they eventually grow up into being.

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Ok, here is the THIRD part to what I originally intended to be a drabble. Plot bunny run amuck is what this is!! This part is 2080 word (bringing the entire piece to 6300 and change). This is my first AU (slight AU, but still here goes my “screwing with canon” rule). I will blame it on @callieskye @jenn582 and @azaleablueme

Part I: Restless

Part II: Rested

Part III:

“Come on Lavender, you know it’s for the best. You were just telling me that he hadn’t even snogged you since he was poisoned.”

 “That’s not the point, not the point at all Pavarti!”

“Then explain the point. Because despite the shite you talk in front of our roommate, your “relationship” with Ron has never been that great.”

“That’s not true! He was the love of my life!”

“Don’t be so dramatic, neither of you ever used that word. The boy never even got you a gift, and in all these months he hasn’t even tried to take your clothes off.”

 “That’s just because he’s a gentleman!”

 “Get off it! What is really going on here?”

 Hermione flattened herself against the wall outside her shared room. The guilt for eavesdropping was no match for the euphoria brought about by the content of the conversation. She had purposely waited to return to her room that night suspecting that the recent break up would make things impossibly more awkward. For a brief moment she considered going in and adding her own thoughts, but she decided that gloating was not appropriate. Not that it wouldn’t be satisfying. In light of this new information she decided to return to the common room; suddenly she felt anything but tired.

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 Ron lay in his four poster thinking about recent events, and while he felt lighter than he had in months, he was still anxious about what came next. Part of him felt hopeful; it was a tiny flame that had been ignited when he woke up after his poisoning to find Hermione watching over him. In the weeks that followed, he had stoked that fire with every little scrap: shy glances, lingering touches, soft words. All the while he tried to extricate himself from the mess that he had made with Lavender. He still couldn’t quite believe that it was over. If I had only known that all it would take was seeing Hermione come out of my room then I would’ve done that weeks ago!

He half chuckled at the thought, but then shivered slightly when he thought of Lavender’s anger. It was a little terrifying. Not sexy like Hermione when she gets mad…her hair all wild…her eyes flashing…her mouth slightly open…her chest heaving. Before Ron could get caught up in an elaborate fantasy, he had a horrible thought, one that caused him to bolt upright in his bed. Bloody hell! Hermione had to go up there alone tonight!

Now he knew for a fact that Hermione could take care of herself, her punching Draco Malfoy in the face was still one of the greatest moments of his life, but he was still worried. After all he had put her through it hardly seemed fair that he should be able to sleep peacefully while she had to face the aftermath on her own. Realizing that he could not go up the girls’ staircase, he decided to do the next best thing and go down to the common room. At least he could be closer to her just in case.

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 For a few moments he thought the perhaps he had in fact drifted off to sleep because the sight of her sitting on the sofa, reading in the dim light, was too good not to be a dream. When she looked up and noticed him, the smile she gave him quite literally took his breath.

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Coincidences (Steve Rogers x Short!Reader)

Hello, readers, this is my first one-shot so please go easy on me. I’m actually contemplating if to make this a multi-part but we’ll see how this goes>.< And Enjoy!

Pairing: Steve x Short!Reader

Summary: Pre-CACW. You start off the day with people teasing you about the one thing you can’t control, your height. Then just when you thought your day couldn’t get worse it gets…better? You start seeing the same cute guy everywhere you go and you start to wonder if it is just a coincidence or fate.

Word Count:1,768

Warnings: A handful of swears.

(Y/N) – Your name

(L/N) – Last name

(s/c) – Skin colour

(B/F/N) – Best friend name

(F/R) – Favourite restaurant

(f/f) - Favourite food

“Hey, watch where you’re going!”

“Sorry I didn’t see you there…and still, don’t,” the stranger smirks at his own retort before going on his merry way. Probably to a business meeting with CEO’s and shite based on the way his snazzy Kenneth Cole suit made him reek sophistication, it’s always these types that feel to need to be pompous jerks to everyone else. I mean, I know that my 5’2 frame isn’t helping to lessen the insults but still, you shouldn’t be so mean to someone you don’t even know. But then again, when you’re out here on these crowded streets of New York during lunch hour, who’s being nice? I’m lost in my thoughts when,

“Oomph!” my face meets stone and I violently get pushed, my bum becoming best friends with the floor. Oh wait, that’s not stone, it’s someone’s chest which is covered by a navy blue V-neck…someone’s rock-hard and muscular chest. I inwardly drool as I look up towards his face which now makes me want to melt. His baby blue eyes grant him just enough softness to complement his killer jawline and blonde hair, and not to mention the worry that he held in them which makes me smile. And let us not forget those perfectly sculpted lips which urge me to just crash-

“Sorry ma’am, I didn’t see you there.” Alright, fantasy over.

“Don’t worry, most people don’t,” I shrug away his hand that he oh so generously set out for me with my own (s/c) colored hand and raise myself up from the ground, dusting whatever specs of gravel landed on my Levi blue jeans and a cream-colored blouse.

“Pardon me, ma’am, I meant no disrespect. I was on my,” he seems to pause as if remembering something, “iPhone and wasn’t looking at where I was going.”

“If you say so…,” I sigh, “well I guess no harm was done so enjoy the rest of your day.” I begin to walk towards my intended destination only to hear a faint “wait” from behind me causing my body to instinctually turn in his general direction, only to see him jogging towards me.

“I didn’t get your name, I’m Steve Rogers at you service ma’am.” He puts out his right hand and I hesitantly, but eventually shake it with my own, seeing how my (s/c) hand fit in his pale one.

“It’s not like you need it…but mine’s (Y/N) (L/N), and there is no need to be so formal either.” My phone suddenly rings shifting my attention to the screen which vibrates with impatient texts from my friend. “And I have to run. Nice to meet you I suppose?” and I trot off before he could say anything in reply.

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“What took you so long? Look I know that love-making is a slow and sensual process but that shite is for the night alright, quickies are a morning thing for a reason. Oh wait I know, you were busy untying those goddam ropes with friggin’ origami knots, I already told you those kinks are-”

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Have Mercy On Me

A/N: A follow-up to Lose or Win where Spencer follows through on the punishment end of their bet @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @sweetg @hogwarts-konoha

Warnings: Right into the smut. Beware. I think this might be one of the smuttiest things I’ve ever written.

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What I really want is to have you over my knees right now.

The arousal was pooling between your legs and you were sitting at work. Normally, there would be a way to alleviate this. Answer being grab his hand and fuck his brains out in the file room, but there was to be none of that this week because of the punishment you were supposed to be enduring.

But it was day three out of seven, and there was a distinct possibility you were going to back your cocky ass husband into the wall of your apartment when you got home and ride him until he begged for you to have mercy.

Spencer Walter Reid, I am going to kill you.

From across the bullpen, you cut your eyes at him. He on the other hand just sat there with a smile, occasionally looking at his paperwork, but more often than not staring at you in such a way that had you melting into the chair. “I still can’t believe he won,” Morgan said, shaking his head as he passed your desk. “What’s the punishment? Because I can tell you’re losing it right now.”

As Spencer glanced between the two of you, you explained to Morgan that Spencer was teasing you with dirty text messages and you couldn’t handle things at work. “Or at home, because he’s torturing me…for a week. Morgan, I am in my prime and I can’t jump him.”

“Who knew pretty boy had such moves?” he laughed, giving your husband a thumbs up as he patted you on the shoulders and returned to his own desk. 

What was that? You’re going to kill me? Not if I mark up your beautiful ass with my handprints first.

Oh, fuck. You and Spencer had never tried spanking before, but that was going to need to happen.

I think we may need to try that soon because I’m sitting over here wondering how the different colors would play off your ass. And knowing I put them there? Amazing.

The idea of being bent over Spencer’s knee as he spanked you? Holy fuck. The dominant side of him was so sexy when it did come out. His demeanor would change, standing up tall and never taking his eyes off you.

Spencer, I’m actually going to come at my desk. Stop it, right now.

You were fucking sweating, knuckles turning white as you gripped onto the desk with all of your might. Even clenching your legs together in an attempt to stave off the inevitable wasn’t working. Spencer got up from his desk and walked over toward you. “I think I could even break the no quickies at work thing just to get a taste of you,” he whispered into your ear.

“You are so dead, husband of mine. Please take mercy on me when we get home. I’m begging you. Take me anyway you please, just give me some kind of a release.”

Spencer’s eyes lit up as he smirked, absentmindedly stirring his coffee as he undoubtedly contemplated how he could have you. Literally, you would have allowed him to tie you up to the bed and fuck you senseless with a ballgag in your mouth. Had never done that before, but you were so ridiculously fucking horny you were ready for anything. “I might just have to break my own rules for that.”

Later that day, the team left for the day and you and Spencer headed home. There honestly wasn’t a time you could recall ever begging to suck his cock, but you did beg, and on the way home that’s a thing that happened. By the time you got home, he was more than willing to throw his rules to the side. “Do we have rope?” he asked, remembering that time about a year back that you’d gone to a sex shop to pick out some things. “I feel like we got some.”

“We did. It’s in a box in the back of my side of the closet,” you said, your legs shaking with the possibilities. In all your years, you had never been this horny. The kind of horny where it almost hurt. 

Spencer leaned and kissed you. “You stay here. I’m going to go grab the rope and then I’m absolutely going to fuck your brains out.”

You started doing a little happy dance in your head and then realized that the only one who would see was Spencer so you started dancing for him. “Spence, can we talk like this more often because I am absolutely loving this.”

“Me too,” he said, his mouth halfway between a smile and a grimace. “Is that a bad thing?”

You shook your head. “We both seem to be enjoying it, so no. Go get the rope. Your wife is about ready to combust.”

His hurried pace slowed for a second. “Just because I’m going to take mercy on you doesn’t mean you’re allowed to come.” You whined. Why not?

A few minutes later, he found the rope and called you inside. “Strip and lie face down,” he said, his sleeves rolled up and his hair tied back. You were never one for a man-bun, but on your husband…it fit…and it was really hot. There was a little piece of hair that wasn’t contained by the hair tie and it fell in his face. You continued to whimper and swallow the overwhelming amounts of saliva as you disrobed and laid face down. “Now reach back and grab your ankles.” Once you’d done as he’d instructed, he tied your hands to your ankles, leaving you without any control. He could literally have you any way he wanted - you were cool with that.

Bending down, he kissed the small of your back, trailing upwards along your spine, the lone piece of hair tickling your skin as he traveled upward. “Tell me if I’m doing anything you don’t want me to do, okay?” he whispered, his voice wavering just a bit. The last thing he wanted was to be doing something purely for his own pleasure and disregarding how you were feeling. “A word?”

“Blue,” you replied. “I’m good, Spence, just…”

“Got it,” he giggled. 

Leaning your head into the mattress, you focused in on the way your hardened nipples felt against the softness of the comforter. Spencer grabbed you behind the knees and brought you to the edge of the bed, your pussy already dripping for him. “I love that I’ve got you this worked up already. As a kid, I never thought  I’d have that kind of power.”

You laughed, getting cut off by a gasp as he sank to his knees behind you and dipped his head between your legs. His large hands grasped your ass as his tongue delved into you. After nearly bringing you to the brink, he pulled away and placed kisses on each of your ass cheeks. “Mine and mine,” he said, laughing as you whimpered again. “You get to ask for my permission to come. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” you mumbled. You’d never called him sir before, but you could get used to it. Judging by the wetness of your center, calling him that alone had made you wetter. A strangled groan rattled out of you as he slipped himself inside you. “Oh my god, oh fuck.” At this angle, he felt twice as big as he normally did - and he was perfect to begin with. “Spence…will you pull my hair too? Please?”

Although you couldn’t see him, you could hear a low moan behind you as he grabbed your hair and began to move in and out of you, slowly at first to get you accustomed to this angle. Nearly every thrust brought new goosebumps to your skin. Within a minute or two, you were ready to come, but when you asked, Spencer said no, so you groaned and buried your head into the comforter, biting down on the fabric in an attempt to stave off your impending orgasm. The slight bit of pain brought on by biting the comforter knocked you out of your desperate need to come for a few seconds. It was all very overwhelming, but in the best way. “Oh fuck, Y/N,” he breathed, his cock hitting the deepest parts of you with each thrust. “You’re so wet.”

“For you,” you managed to choke out. “Please can I come next time?”

He bent down and kissed between your shoulder blades, tugging your hair to the side. “Yes, you may. Good girl for asking.”

Oh, he called you good girl. That needed to happen more often. “Please don’t hold back. Just fuck me,” you begged. With that, he pulled you back so your ass was off the mattress. As he pumped in and out of you, his right hand reached around to massage your clit. You jolted at the assault on your sense and again came near to the edge in seconds. “Oh my god, I’m gonna come baby. I’m gonna come.”

“Good girl,” he muttered, tugging your hair as he buried himself inside you one final time and came as well, collapsing on top of you momentarily, before undoing your ties. “That was amazing,” he smiled, gliding his fingers up your center and then tasting the arousal off them. “I want to do that more often.”

“Work me up like that again at work tomorrow and you can absolutely have me again,” you giggled. This little bet between you had brought on a whole new dynamic in your relationship, one that was absolutely worth exploring a bit more.