#*grumbling* gotta do everything myself around here

[fatecantstopme]

Spell Bound

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus size!reader

Summary: It's sex pollen...I couldn't help myself.

Warnings: cursing, use of pet names. An excessive amount of heavy SMUT, unprotected sex (P in V), rough sex, oral (F receiving), multiple cream pies

"I freaking hate witches," Dean mumbled as he picked the lock on the apartment door.

You chuckled softly, very used to hearing him grumble every time you were hunting a witch.

He slowly walked into the apartment and you followed in after him.

"So what exactly are we looking for?" you asked quietly.

"Big scary magic book. Sam said it's probably on or near some kind of altar."

"Big scary magic book," you muttered under your breath. "Makes perfect sense."

You sighed as you walked into the living room and noticed several bookcases lined with large books. "You've gotta be kidding me."

Dean shot you a weary smile. "Guess it might take a little longer than I thought."

"You think?"

You took one side of the room and Dean took the other. Sam had described the look of the book to the both of you, but there was really no way to be 100% certain if you found it.

About 15 minutes into your perusal, you spotted a large leather-bound book tucked under what appeared to be an altar cloth. You slowly removed the cloth, wary of what you might uncover. The book was almost exactly as Sam had described, so you had a feeling it was the right one.

"I think I found it," you said aloud.

At almost the same exact moment, a crash sounded from behind you and Dean let out a string of curses.

You spun around to see the hunter brushing off some sort of florescent pink dust from his face. "What the hell did you do?"

"I was moving some of the books and this box fell out and some powder just kinda...sprayed my face."

"Seriously?"

He looked sheepish. "I didn't even see it."

You sighed. "Great. God only knows what the hell that was."

He looked at the box carefully, but there was nothing written on it to identify the powdery substance he had inhaled. He gave you another sheepish look and shrugged. "Maybe it's not harmful."

You shot him a stony look. "Dean...it's a witch. It's not gonna be fairy dust."

He sighed, knowing you were right. He started shifting his shoulders a bit as if he was uncomfortable.

"Let's get out of here. I'll call Sam on the way back to the motel and see if he has any idea what it could be."

Dean nodded and followed you out the door. By the time you got outside the building and to the car, he was twitching like an addict in need of a fix.

"Dean?" you asked tentatively.

"My skin feels like it's on fire and--and it's like--itchy. And there's a weird feeling inside that I can't describe, but it doesn't feel nice."

"Okay...how 'bout I drive?"

He looked up at you with concerned eyes, but he handed you the keys and got into the passenger seat. You knew he must really be feeling terrible if he was letting you drive Baby.

You started the car up and pulled out of the parking spot while simultaneously calling Sam on your cell. He answered on the third ring.

"Dean got some sort of witchy powder on his face and now he's...itchy?" you said quickly in lieu of a greeting.

Sam sighed. "What are his symptoms?"

You put the phone on speaker. "Dean, what are your symptoms?"

Dean couldn't look at you and when he spoke, his voice was barely above a growl. "I feel like crawling out of my own skin, everything aches, and I'm having a hard time breathing right. Oh and I can literally smell (Y/N)'s skin, which is totally not normal!"

"You can smell my skin?"

He grumbled under his breath. "I can smell your skin and your shampoo and your goddamn body wash, and I want--fuck. What the hell is wrong with me, Sam?"

"Uh, I honestly don't know. Let me call Bobby and see if he has any ideas."

You set the phone down on the seat beside you. "Maybe you're turning into some kind of animal?"

"What?"

"Well, I mean...you can smell me...which is weird and kind of--animalistic."

"I don't think that's it," he said harshly. "My body is aching in a way I can't even begin to describe to you, but I don't think I'm morphing into anything."

You eyed him carefully, worry etched into your face. He was your closest friend and trusted hunting partner, and you hated seeing him like this. Witches scared the shit out of you...you knew what they were capable of.

"Maybe drive a little faster," he hissed.

You pressed harder on the gas and the Impala shot down the road. When your phone rang, you answered it immediately.

"So I think I might know what it is, but I have something I need to ask Dean first," Sam said.

"Okay." You looked at Dean. "Can you hold the phone? Sam wants to ask you something."

Dean took the phone from your hand, hissing as his skin made contact with yours. "What?" he grumbled.

"This is gonna be awkward, but I need to know, okay? Do you feel--umm--aroused at all?"

Dean was silent for a moment as he let his brother's question sink in. Ohhh fuuuuck, he thought to himself. He glanced down at his jeans and noticed the bulge straining against them. With the intense pain he was experiencing, he hadn't really noticed. "Son of a bitch," he mumbled. "Yeah."

"Okay, well the good news is, I know what it is. It's called sex pollen."

"It's called what?"

"Sex pollen. The name doesn't really matter, but you have all the symptoms. They're only going to get worse until--well until you die."

"Die? Is there a cure?"

You looked over at Dean in terror, your foot pressing down even further on the pedal. Dean's hand was shaking slightly as he put the phone on speaker so you could hear.

"You have to--uhh--well--shit. You have to umm...fuck it out."

"I have to what?"

"Dude, I know, okay? But you don't have a choice. If you don't you'll die a rather painful death."

"Son of a bitch," Dean said again. "Can I, umm, take care of it myself?"

"According to what Bobby read, the only option is actual intercourse with another person."

"How long do I have?"

You were acutely aware of Dean's close proximity to you, and now you understood the nature of his pain. Your own breathing was more labored, but you desperately tried to maintain control of yourself. Don't make it weird, (Y/N), you thought to yourself.

"30 minutes from the time of contact until...until death," Sam answered.

"30 minutes?" you gasped. You started doing the math in your head as Dean continued talking to his brother. "We have maybe 10 more minutes until we get back to the motel and that leaves about 10 until..."

Dean looked over at you, his normally green eyes dark with need. "I'm so fucked," he muttered.

"That doesn't really leave us time to find someone for you to--you know," you said worriedly.

"Shit."

"Might wanna make it fast," Sam said.

"Obviously," Dean snapped. "How long will it take to...get out of my system?"

"That depends," Sam began. "If it's meaningless, one and done. If it's someone you care about...that's another story."

"Another story?"

"It could take a lot longer."

"Great," you mumbled.

"Sam, don't be there when we get there," Dean growled at his brother before hanging up the phone.

"Dean?" you questioned softly.

"Just drive, (Y/N)."

You continued driving, but your focus was most definitely not on the road. You could hear the heavy breathing and the soft pained sounds coming from the man beside you and it made it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything else. It certainly didn't help that you had wanted him for years and seeing him like this was making you feel things you absolutely shouldn't be feeling.

Dean flirted with you regularly, but he flirted with almost every person he came into contact with. It's just a part of his personality, so you never read into it. While Dean quite obviously adored you (and you him), you were not his type. You were a good fighter, sure, but where you really excelled was research. You were brilliant--almost as knowledgable as Bobby, though you still had plenty to learn. You were also significantly more--voluptuous than the women Dean gravitated to. Soft, chubby, more to love--whatever you wanna call it. As such, you'd never made any sort of move to announce your feelings for him. You didn't want to face his rejection.

"Sweetheart, if you don't speed up, I'm liable to die before we make it there," Dean hissed.

You shot him a look. "We're less than two minutes away, so don't die on me yet, Winchester."

He exhaled sharply and nodded. "I'm not gonna make it either way, (Y/N). Like you said, we don't have enough time to find a, uh--partner."

You took a deep breath. "I can't let you die."

He looked over at you and you felt his gaze boring right into your soul. "I can't do that to you."

"I really don't see how we have much of a choice here."

You pulled into the motel parking lot before he could respond.

"Let's go," you said quickly as you got out of the car and made your way to your room.

Dean was right behind you, so close you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. As soon as the door was unlocked, Dean was pushing you through it and locking it behind you.

"Shit," he muttered. "I don't wanna hurt you."

"It's okay, Dean," you said softly. "I'm not afraid."

His eyes widened and he grabbed your chin. "You should be...I'm going to lose control."

"It's alright...use me."

He let out a low growl and squeezed your chin tighter. "I--I won't be able to make this good for you."

You pressed yourself against his body, feeling the hard ridges against you. "It's not about me. You need this."

That was all it took for Dean to let go. His lips attacked yours with a hunger you were not expecting despite the intensity of the situation. He was not at all gentle as he tore your clothes from your body, ripping his own off with equal force.

He tossed you down on the bed with shocking ease. He had absolutely no difficulty manhandling you. You weren't sure if it was the sex pollen or just him.

His lips and hands were everywhere, touching every inch of your soft skin he could possibly reach. He needed to be inside of you so badly it was almost impossible to breathe. His skin burned with each touch and his instincts screamed at him to just break you.

He moves his way down your body and you're surprised as he stops just above your core. "Dean, what are you doing?" You knew he needed a release--and soon--or he wasn't gonna make it.

A voice in the back of his mind kept reminding him this was (Y/N), his (Y/N). Even in his current state, he wanted to avoid hurting you if he could. "Need to get you ready," he grunted.

The words were barely out of his mouth before he was devouring your pussy. The sounds he made were incredible, the feeling almost electrifying. He slid two fingers in and moved them in a scissoring motion to help loosen you up.

He was only down there for a 30 seconds before he came up and locked eyes with you. "I can't hold off anymore."

You nodded. "Just let go. I'll be okay."

He knew the moment he slid inside you, he'd be a goner. Whatever tiny amount of self control he'd managed to hang onto would disappear in an instant. But he could also feel the roaring agony inside him and he needed to feed it before it devoured him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered against your ear a split second before he sheathed himself fully inside you.

You cried out--pain mixing with pleasure as his large member stretched you in ways you'd never before experienced.

Dean couldn't give you time to adjust--he was too far gone. His hips began to move and his sole focus was on his own pleasure--his own release.

His thrusts were powerful and fast, so much so that your body started to scoot farther up the bed. He grabbed your hips and held you in place, pace never faltering. The sensations were almost painful given his size, but you wouldn't have stopped him even if you could have.

"Fuck, baby--you feel so good," he grunted.

You were more than a little surprised when he spoke--you hadn't pegged him as a dirty talker. Then again, it could very well have been the pollen. The same could be said of the sounds coming from his mouth. You'd never heard such sinful noises and you loved them.

"So tight--squeezing me so good. Feels like heaven."

You squeezed his cock purposefully, making him groan each time you clenched down. He needed his release and you were gonna make sure he got it. Your own enjoyment was far from your mind--this was essentially a transaction--a lifesaving measure. You had to view it that way to protect your heart...at least that's what you told yourself.

"Baby," he moaned. "Imma fill you up--so close."

Despite the voice in your head telling you this wasn't real--that you shouldn't have any emotional attachments--you reached up and touched his face, caressing it lovingly. "Cum for me, Dean," you whispered.

His eyes locked on yours and he bit his lip--hearing you say his name in the heat of the moment was a bigger turn on than he'd ever imagined. It pushed him right over the edge and he spilled inside of you with a grunt.

You lay beneath him, panting despite the minimal exertion on your part. He'd had his orgasm, but he was still moving, much to your surprise. "You're not done--?"

He shook his head. "Need more."

He pulled out and quickly flipped you over with no warning. You instinctively lifted your hips to allow him access, which he took without hesitation. His cock was still throbbing and the need still burned in his veins. His mind remained singularly focused on his relief--his pleasure.

He slammed into your pussy and set a brutal pace, earning a cry of pain from your lips. This new angle allowed him better access, sending his cock deeper inside of you. His head brushed against your cervix with each thrust, a stinging pain accompanying the pleasure.

Dean's large palm came down on your ass with a hard smack, eliciting a gasp of surprise from your lips. Your pussy clamped down on his cock as he landed another slap to your round cheek.

"Fuck baby, you like that don't you?" Smack. "You like it when I slap this sexy ass?" Smack. "Fuck--squeezing me so tight, sweetheart." Smack.

He was right though, you loved it. You always had, but there was something extra enjoyable about having your ass smacked by Dean Fucking Winchester. Even if you couldn't verbally express your pleasure to him, your pussy made it well-known.

Dean's right hand gripped your hips tightly, pulling you flush against him as he continued pumping. His left hand trailed up your back until he grabbed a fist full of hair at the base of your neck and pulled. Your head snapped back and you cried out, but you didn't fight him.

"Do you know how badly I've wanted to pull this hair, pretty girl? Fuck--I think about it all the time." His pace was relentless and his hand remained entangled in your hair.

You'd never really noticed him looking at your hair in any particular way, so you assumed once again the pollen was making him say such dirty little things.

After several more thrusts, Dean let go of your hair and pushed down on your upper back, forcing you to press your upper body into the mattress. Dean gripped your hips with both of his hands and slammed into you with an intensity that was unmatched by any of his previous actions.

You had a feeling he was close to another orgasm, at least if his grunts and curses were anything to go by. You clenched down around him again, intent on pushing him past the brink.

It worked like a charm. Dean came with a cry of your name, thrusts continuing as he emptied inside of you once again.

You were exhausted and you hadn't had a single orgasm. Part of you really hoped Dean had gotten it all out of his system, but another part of you didn't want this to end. Even if it wasn't real--even if he didn't actually want to be having sex with you, you liked pretending, if only for a little while.

Dean pulled out of you slowly and rolled you over with a surprising gentleness. You assumed that meant he was satiated and the pollen was out of his system.

When you met his eyes, you were surprised by how brilliantly green they were. You'd almost gotten used to the dark forest color that had taken over as a result of the pollen. He was looking at you with an odd expression you couldn't quite place, but for some reason it made you want to scurry away and hide.

"Better?" you whispered.

He cocked his head to the side and a small smirk played on his lips. "Not even close," he murmured.

His lips met yours in a fiery kiss before you had time to respond. Unlike the previous kisses, this one was more passionate, more intense. It made your body tingle all over and a warmth spread through your veins.

Dean's brain fog had finally cleared enough that he could actually slow down and focus on what was happening--on what he was doing, or rather who. He hated that he'd cum twice without even thinking about you, let alone making you orgasm. Dean prided himself on being an excellent lover and he wasn't about to let you leave this bed unsatisfied.

His cock brushed against your pussy as he shifted to hold you closer. You both inhaled sharply, enjoying the sensation. Dean's lips began to travel down your neck, leaving soft, wet kisses in his wake. He nipped at your pulse point, earning an excited moan from you. He liked hearing that sound, so he sucked on that spot until you were panting heavily beneath him.

His hands traveled over your soft curves, touching and squeezing all the parts of your body you were self-conscious about. Dean didn't seem to give a damn that your stomach wasn't flat, that your hips weren't narrow and your thighs weren't skinny--in fact, he seemed to be reveling in the feeling of softness.

His lips were so gentle as he continued his downward movements. He kissed and licked and sucked on each of your breasts, spending several minutes focusing on each one. "You have such perfect breasts," he murmured.

You were too surprised, and perhaps too lost in pleasure, to formulate any kind of response to his words. Luckily, he didn't seem to need one, and he refocused his attention on you.

Once he was satisfied your breasts had received enough love, he continued moving down your stomach, stopping to place soft kisses to every mark and scar he saw.

When he reached your sweet pussy, he spread your legs as wide as he could and settled down between them. You were surprised at his actions, especially since you knew he was still hard--that he still needed another release.

Dean was now singularly focused on one thing--and that was you. Now that his damn brain was working properly, he wanted to make sure you enjoyed this--even if it was a one time thing because you didn't want him to die, he wasn't about to walk away from this without making you scream his name at least once.

He breathed in deeply, smelling your arousal mixed with his own spend, and he smirked. His eyes flicked up to yours and his mouth latched onto your clit, unleashing an overwhelming assault on your swollen mound.

You gasped as the sudden pleasure washed over you. You couldn't take your eyes off the man between your legs--nor did he take his eyes off you. Every time your hips bucked or you tried to move, his strong arms held you in place so he could continue to watch you.

You were writhing against the sheets in what felt like seconds--it was probably longer, but either way you felt embarrassed at how quickly you fell apart under his touch. Your orgasm tore through you like a hurricane, broken moans dripping from your lips.

To your shock, and perhaps concern, Dean didn't stop his assault on your pussy. Even as you tried to squirm away, he held you in place, desperate to give you another orgasm. You whimpered that it was too much, begged him to give you a break, but all of those words quickly morphed into pleas to keep going--don't stop.

"Dean," you gasped as your fingers slipped into his hair, grabbing hold of the short locks by the roots. Your nails scrapped lightly against his scalp and he let out a soft groan.

His tongue seemed to dance across your clit, creating beautiful designs and languages only he seemed to know. He paid attention to what motions made you quiver, which ones made you moan, and which ones had you tugging on his hair with an iron grip.

"Dean, please--I--so close," you moaned.

He smiled, enjoying the immense pleasure he was giving you just as much as you seemed to enjoy it. A few moments later, you were once again coming apart against his mouth and he eagerly lapped up everything you had to give him.

This time as you tugged on his hair and squirmed away, he obliged, lifting himself up from between your thighs. He licked his lips as he looked down at your blissed out face.

"You taste like heaven, baby," he murmured. "Wanna taste?"

Your pretty (y/e/c) eyes widened and you nodded hesitantly. He smiled wolfishly as he leaned down to kiss you, tongue invading your mouth almost instantly, allowing you to taste yourself.

You moaned into the kiss and he held you even more tightly, lips sealed to yours like he needed your air to breathe.

He wasn't entirely sure how he'd managed to control his urges long enough to coax two orgasms from you, but he could feel that control waning. "I need you, baby," he whispered against your lips. "I need you so badly."

You looked up at him, a small smile playing on your lips. You lifted your hips to brush against his cock and he groaned at the contact. You nipped at his jaw and pulled him back down to you. "Fuck me, Dean. Please."

He groaned. "Yes ma'am."

He didn't hesitate as he gripped his cock firmly and lined it up with your entrance. He slipped inside easily, having plenty of lubrication to assist him. Despite having been inside of you multiple times at this point, he was still taken aback by how fucking incredible you felt.

"God, I love this pussy," he murmured. "She was made for me."

You moaned softly at his words and the feeling of him inside you once again. As he started to move, he was much more gentle and you found yourself enjoying the sensations--perhaps more than you should.

"You're so good for me, (Y/N)," Dean mumbled, already lost in the feeling of you.

You would have given anything to hear him say that, but the words broke your heart a little. Had he had any other choice, he likely wouldn't be here right now--you wouldn't be the one he was fucking.

"Hey," he whispered, a rough, calloused hand running along your cheek as he looked at you. "Where's that pretty little head at?"

You smiled at him. "Right here, Dean."

Somewhere inside of him, he knew you were lying, but the damn pollen was still affecting his senses. He accepted your response and went back to his actions, focusing on the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock like a vise.

He wanted to feel you cum one more time...wanted to feel the way you'd squeeze his cock as you came. He wanted to watch you come undone beneath him, lost in pleasure he gave you.

He grabbed a pillow and gently lifted your hips, sliding the pillow under them. This provided him a new, improved angle, allowing him to cage you beneath him and hit that sweet spot inside you.

"Dean!" you gasped as the first thrust hit your g-spot.

He grinned and picked up his pace, slamming into it repeatedly. Each thrust sent you closer to the edge of an orgasm you knew would ruin you. Dean Winchester already made you feel things no other man ever had and his ability in bed was no exception. Damn him.

His thrusts were firm and measured, each one sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through your body. The familiar tightening in your gut was so intense you thought you might actually explode.

Dean's strong arms were on either side of your head and he was looking down at you with that same strange expression from earlier. "You're so damn beautiful, baby. I wanna watch this pretty face as you cum for me."

You gasped, unprepared for the way his words made you feel. You felt emboldened, so you asked for what you needed. "I need more, Dean."

His hand slipped between your bodies, a single finger gently massaging your clit as he continued to fuck you. "That better, baby?"

You nodded rapidly, earning a soft chuckle from his sweet lips.

"You gonna cum for me beautiful?"

You nodded again.

"Yeah? I want you to keep those pretty eyes open when you cum, okay? Wanna see you fall apart."

"Dean..." you whispered.

"I know, sweet girl. I've got you."

Your brain seemed to short-circuit in that moment. All you could feel was a blinding hot pressure immediately followed by an intense euphoria. You heard someone scream "Dean!" and you belatedly realized it had been your voice.

The intensity of your orgasm sent Dean spiraling over the edge of his own. He hadn't even been prepared for it--the mixture of you screaming his name and the sensations of you squeezing him so tightly and the gorgeous way your face contorted as you came was all he needed.

He emptied into you a third and final time, his cock finally beginning to soften as he helped you ride out your high.

He pulled out and flopped down beside you on the bed, his body aching from what had to be some of the best sex of his life--sex pollen or not.

You were just as sore as Dean--probably more so given you literally couldn't move. The two of you laid there in silence, slowly coming down from the electrical highs you'd experienced, both trying to catch your breath for the first time in what felt like hours.

Dean was the first to recover. "Did I hurt you?" he asked so softly you almost didn't hear him.

You turned your head to look at him and your heart clenched at the expression on his face. He was genuinely worried, brows furrowed in concern. You contemplated lying to him, but you knew he'd see right through you.

"A little," you said honestly.

He winced and his beautiful eyes closed. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N)--I would never hurt you on purpose--ever."

You offered him a small smile he couldn't see, until your hand touched his cheek and he opened his eyes again. "I know."

There were a thousand other things you wanted to say--a thousand words you wanted to string together into just the right sentences, but you couldn't. You wouldn't put yourself through it.

"Shower?" he asked softly.

"I honestly don't think I can stand."

A smirk played on his lips. "That should not make me feel so damn good."

You laughed lightly, glad to hear the teasing tone in his voice that you loved so much.

He managed to pull himself into a sitting position. "It's not ideal, but there is a bathtub..." he trailed off.

"I wouldn't mind a bath," you admitted.

He nodded and got to his feet. He was a little unsteady at first, but managed to make his way to the bathroom. You heard the water running as he filled up the tub.

You laid there thinking about everything that had just happened. This was a position you'd never imagined you'd be in--with anyone, let alone Dean Winchester.

You knew this wasn't something you were going to be able to forget about, but you hoped things would go back to normal between the two of you and eventually this would just be a funny story.

Suddenly, Sam's words from earlier snapped into your mind. "If it's meaningless, one and done. If it's someone you care about...that's another story."

One and done...one and done. This most definitely had not been a 'one and done' scenario. But didn't that mean...? No. No way. Impossible. Dean Winchester does NOT have feelings for you.

You began to rationalize your thought process. Maybe "care about" included a friendly relationship. Yeah...yeah that made the most sense. Of course Dean cares about you. You're his best friend. There couldn't possibly be anything more to it...right?

As if on cue, Dean stepped back into the room. "Bath's ready."

"Okay." You tried to pull yourself up, but you immediately fell back against the mattress, body too worn out to sustain any kind of movement.

Dean chuckled lightly and came up to the side of the bed. He pulled the pillow out from under your hips and slipped his arms under your body, hoisting you up bridal style.

"Jesus!" you yelled. "Put me down! I'm too heavy--you'll throw out your back."

Dean laughed. "Calm down, (Y/N). I just threw you around this bed repeatedly with zero issues. I promise I can carry you to the bathroom without dying."

"But--"

He glared at you and tightened his grip on you as if to prove his point. "Ain't a damn thing wrong with your body, so shut it."

Your mouth closed immediately. His words sent a jolt directly to your core and you were almost annoyed by it. As if three orgasms wasn't enough...

Dean very gently set you on your feet in the bathroom and slowly helped you into the tub. As soon as he got you into a seated position, he got into the tub as well, slipping in behind you.

"Umm...whatcha doing?"

"Taking a bath."

"Isn't the tub a bit small for both of us?"

You could feel him shrug behind you. "I think it's perfect size. Now come here." He grabbed your shoulders and gently pulled you back so you were laying against his chest. "That's better," he muttered.

Your mind began to race once again as you laid there, body tense and uncomfortable.

"Okay, (Y/N), I know you better than anyone, so don't you dare lie to me. Where's your head at?"

"I--" you sighed. "I'm not really sure how to feel."

He nodded. "I know you didn't want this--I feel like I had to literally force myself onto you and I hate that. I know you only agreed so I wouldn't die, but--"

"Woah--stop." You sat up and turned your head to face him. "That's not true at all. You didn't force me to do anything."

"Okay, maybe 'force' is the wrong word...but you did have sex with me to save my life. Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?"

"I'm painfully aware," you muttered.

He ran his hand over his face. "I'm not saying any of this right."

"Then what are you trying to say?"

He bit his lip. "Remember what Sammy said? About...how long the effects would last?"

You nodded.

"Well in case you didn't notice, I had three orgasms."

"Both me and my very sore vagina noticed," you said lightly.

He sighed. "Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you, (Y/N)?"

You turned a little more so you could see his face better. He had that same look he'd had when he was making you feel incredible. "I need to hear you say it..." you whispered.

He nodded and leaned forward so his face was mere inches from yours. "He didn't mean 'care' as in 'we're friends, so I care about you'...he meant 'care' as in 'love'."

Your lips parted and you inhaled sharply.

"So you see, I don't just care about you as a friend...and I don't just love you as a friend...I'm in love with you."

"You--you love me?"

"In love," he repeated. "For as long as I can remember."

"You're in love--with me?"

He chuckled softly. "Who else would I be talking to, baby? Yes, I'm in love with you."

"I--I don't know--" you stuttered.

"The only thing you need to know is how you feel. Do you know how you feel about me, (Y/N)?" he whispered.

You nodded slowly.

"And?"

"I'm in love with you too."

He grinned widely. "Yeah?"

You nodded, cheeks turning red.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back against him. He looked down at you with that expression he'd been wearing and you suddenly realized what it was...it was love--real, true, beautiful, heart aching love.

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss to your lips, which you returned in kind. He held you tightly, loving the feeling of your body in his arms.

"We better get cleaned up before this water gets cold," he said softly, lips pressing to your hair.

"Mhmm," you hummed.

He chuckled. "Don't you dare fall asleep on me, babe."

"But I'm comfortable," you whined.

He smiled against your cheek. "Give me five minutes to clean you up and then we can sleep, okay?"

You looked over at him and smiled. "Deal."

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im yours. bucky barnes x afab!reader || b.b.

pairings: bucky barnes x afab!reader

synopsis: the power goes off in the tower, leaving you to try to stumble down to the living room where everyone was told to meet.

warnings: she/her pronouns used, cursing, both reader and bucky are teases.

tonight had been more than amusing, but also tiring. leaving your saturday night to tony's plans was definitely a choice that you cannot stop making. to give him some credit, his parties are definitely fun, and hanging out with everyone on top of that, too.

but- it always leaves you sprawled out on your bed with the dimly lit television the only thing lighting up your room, other than the obvious street lights.

your head was pounding and your body ached, nothing could quite help that especially with how little you care to help yourself.

that's when the tv shutoff. at first you suspected it was just a glitch of some sort and your groaned as your reached for the remote.

it didn't turn on, even after the 42nd time of pressing it. you took it upon yourself to glance out of the window, moving your curtain slightly to peer out.

none of the city had any sort of power outage.

weird.

the next thing that came to mind is one of the idiots are pranking you.

your eyes roll at the thought. how selfish could they be knowing that you were trying to rest? maybe tony got too drunk and decided to fuck around.

you settled on just going to find out for yourself.

wow, gotta thank tony for not giving out any sort of flashlights.

you use any force you have left to rise yourself from bed. your muscles ache and you wish this didn't ever happen.

the pitch black darkness didn't help you either, everything you knew was there you bumped into causing you to let out a string of curses and you were sure anyone in a 30 foot radius could hear it.

you eventually find your way into the hallway, thankful for some sort of light from the windows.

you get a text, feeling your phone buzz in your pocket.

you open it to read Tony announcing that he had infact overloaded some sort of something and he's going to have to fix it, so everyone was to meet in the living room.

"perfect." you sigh out, annoyed.

not only is that the furthest from you but you knew it would be at least a few hours until it's fixed.

you turn around to the opposite direction, failing to notice the plant at your feet.

"fuck." you grumble when your foot makes contact with the pot.

you whince, trying to walk on it but failing miserably.

"seriously? you’ve lived here for how many years, and you still can’t find your way around without the lights off?” you hear someone laugh behind you.

"don't wanna hear it right now, bucky." you mumble.

his demeanor changes and he pushes himself off the wall to catch up with you.

"what's wrong, doll?"

"oh nothing, just having an amazing night." you retort, sarcastically.

he almost audibly cringes at that, first no nickname, then the sarcasm? something is definitely wrong.

he grabs your wrist to stop you from walking and pulls you towards him, embracing you in a tight hug.

" 'm not letting go till you tell me what's wrong, doll." he mumbles into the crook of your neck.

you relax at his touch and he notices, rubbing incoherent shapes into the dip if your back.

"just real tired, buck. went too hard on myself during training today 'n partied a little too hard."

you loved it when he hugged you like this, the contrast of the cold metal and warm body was only something he would let you know of, well and Steve.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. you really gotta tell me when you feel like this. coulda been helping you." he whispers, rubbing your back and hips. " 'specially since I know how you are. always neglecting yourself. doll, you need a break."

and before you know it he picks you up. on instinct you wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his arms hold your thighs.

"what are you doing?" you quiz as you feel him start to walk, not fast but enough to get you guys going to the living room a couple stories down and on the opposite side of the building.

" 'm not letting you walk, just go to sleep doll."

you don't push it more than that, dropping your head to his shoulder with your arms loosely above his, feeling yourself drift to sleep.

you wakeup from the ambiance of your friends talking, feeling yourself slouched against someone on the couch. the lights were still well off, and you were sure it had only been maybe 30 minutes.

you raise your head to see a couple of candles lit here and there. it was enough to see everyone scattered across the living room, Bruce and Nat were chatting on the opposite end of the couch, Steve and Sam sound asleep on the floor, Thor was also sound asleep on the recliner, Pietro, vision and Wanda were sat on another couch watching something on their phone, and you suspected Bruce, Tony, pepper, and rhodey were trying to fix the power somewhere around the tower.

that's when you panicked to look around for bucky, eyes darting around the living room.

"right here, sweetheart." he chuckles.

you turn too see that you were definitely straddling him as you had been when he picked you up.

your lips quirk up trying not to laugh at yourself. instead you slump back against him, hiding your face in his neck.

"embarrassing." you mumble.

"it was cute." you can practically hear him smiling.

"you think so?" you tease, bringing your face up just a few inches from his.

his face flushes and you smile.

"sure know how to shut me up." he whispers not to bother the others. "be mine."

it was unexpected, although it's the only thing that's been on both of your minds for awhile.

"sure know how to shut me up." you whisper back with reddened cheeks.

he nudges your face up with his pointer finger, his face even closer than before.

his eyes dart from yours to your lips.

"say the word and I'll stop."

his hand doesn't leave your chin, but instead slides to the nape of your neck to draw you closer until you feel his lips on yours.

your lips move together like puzzle pieces and it's something you two have been waiting for and dreaming about for eternity it felt like.

you pull away despite you both not wanting to, either way you two are still around the rest and it cannot get further than that.

your foreheads rest together, both regaining the breaths you lost.

"please be mine." he whispers just so you could hear.

you lay back against him to fall back asleep.

"I'm yours." you whisper back.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes

[im-a-marvel-ous-hoe]

Baby, Please Come Home | Bucky Barnes (1st Day of 🎄)

(Credits to the owner of this gif!)

Hello hello hello! Alondra here! I haven’t written anything in a long time, so I apologize if this is shit lol I’m doin a 12 days of Christmas sort of thing and I’m praying that this doesn’t flop 😅

Christmas Masterlist <- check out my other holiday fics! ✨

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“Merry Christmas, doll.” I heard Bucky’s voice through the phone, his tone in a slightly higher pitch than usual. I smiled to myself as I sat down on the couch, startling Alpine for a moment as she was just starting to fall asleep. She yawned and stretched out her little white paws in front of me, her claws peaking out as she started to climb onto my lap. The princess has spoken. Looks like I’m gonna be stuck here for a little while.

“Merry Christmas, Bucky.” I spoke. The realization that we’re not spending Christmas together this year comes fluttering to the front of my mind no matter how much I've tried to ignore it these past few weeks. The only sense of warmth I have of him in our house is some old shirts he left behind and our baby Alpine. She’s quiet and craves cuddles, just like her dad. “It uh… it doesn’t sound as good on the phone as I was hoping than in person, does it?” He chuckled out, trying to find a way to lighten the mood. I shook my head, forgetting for a moment that he couldn't see me. “No, it does not.” I replied, clutching my phone close to my ear trying to imagine that he’s here right in front of me and his voice isn’t so staticy.

“You want to say hi to Alpine? She’s right here.” I looked down at the small animal on my lap as my hand began softly scratching her head. “Of course I do! Put her on.” I placed my phone on the arm rest and pressed the speaker button on my screen. “You’re on speaker, baby.” I heard him shuffling on the other end of the line before speaking up. “Alpine? You there?” The cat’s ears turned up and looked towards my phone. “You takin’ good care of your momma?”

She stood up and leaned closer to my phone, inspecting it. It’s like I could see the cogwheels in her head turn as she wondered how she could hear her dad’s voice if he wasn’t here. “She’s been keeping me company.” I smiled and heard him laugh on the other end. “Really?” He said. I could almost picture him smiling. “Yeah! We’re best buddies now. We have so many intellectual conversations.”

“I can’t wait to see it in person. I gotta get Sam to help me figure out how to take a video so I can just do it without messing up when I get home.” I chuckled at the thought of poor Sam having to deal with Bucky’s lack of phone knowledge and the constant bickering they’re bound to have. I swear, sometimes he really does act like a 100-somethin’ year old man. “Sergeant Barnes, you are something else.”

“Hey, you know I still have trouble understanding! I didn’t grow up with this kind of thing.”

“Then how is it that my grandmother is able to figure out Facebook better than you?” I laughed as he grumbled. “Your grandma had more time to figure it out! It’s not my fault she’s hip.”

I could just imagine what his face looks like right now. His eyebrows are probably scrunched up, his gaze is on the floor and his lips are pouty and just waiting to be kissed. I let out a chuckle and looked around our house. The decorations were put up soon after Thanksgiving. We played Christmas music in the background as we both decorated our tree, Alpine seeming to think this is another place for her to climb and make hers. Once Bucky put the star on top, everything just felt perfect, even though I knew I wouldn’t see him on the day of. “I’m really sorry that I wasn’t able to be there this year.” He said. “I tried my best to – ”

“Bucky, don’t worry about it. It’s okay, I completely understand. Our line of work doesn’t exactly allow us to have vacations, sort to speak. I’m not holding it against you.”

“I know, doll, but still. I thought I would at least be home for Christmas.”

“I know, baby, I know but there’s nothing else we can do about it. We’re in two different places and flights are backed up, so I guess we’ll just have to make due with what we’ve got.” I could feel tiny vibrations on my leg as Alpine purred against me, my hand not stopping to show her love. She seems content. He sighed and spoke up once again. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

I smiled. “I know you will.”

He cleared his throat as if he was trying to mask the sound of something. “Bucky… was that.. were you in a – ”

“Baby, did you get the thing that I sent you yet?” He cut me off as I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Um.. no, no I haven’t. I haven’t gotten anything.” He let out a groan. “No? Are you sure? FedEx promised me it would arrive in time for Christmas.” Alpine leaned in closer to my hand as I scratched the top of her head. “Doll, can you please do me a favor and keep an eye out for it? It could be arriving any minute.” I smiled to myself as I nodded. “Okay, I will.”

“I wanna hear as you see what I got you for Christmas.” I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “Bucky, you know I will love whatever you got me, but what I really want is you and I don’t think FedEx can send people over like that.” He let out a laugh. “Maybe they’d let me if Steve was to put in a good word.”

“You’re such an idiot.” I laughed and Alpine stirred in my lap, a quiet reminder for me to not move or else she’s gone and she’s the only thing in this house keeping me company. I could hear him huffing on the other line as I tried to figure out what he’s doing. “Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“Where are you?”

“What do you mean where am I? You know where I’m at.”

“No, I mean are you outside? I could hear you huffin’ and puffin’. Are you trying to keep warm?”

“Maybe there’s another reason why you can hear me breathin’ so hard. I’m talkin’ to a pretty girl on the phone and she misses me just as much as I miss her.”

I stayed silent for a moment as I processed his words and gasped. You cheeky little fucker. “James!” My outburst along with Bucky’s laugh startled Alpine once more as she got up and left. “No! Kitty come back!” I could hear him practically wheezing in the background as she left to God knows where in our house. “What happened?”

“You made me scare Alpine out of my lap!” I whined as he continued to laugh at my expense. “Hey, you were the one who got the joke late and yelled, scaring our poor baby Alpine! That’s not my fault!”

“It is too! If you hadn’t made that joke, I wouldn’t have reacted that way!” I’m sure my face must be red from embarrassment as he continued on. “And to answer your question, with no hidden dirty jokes, I went out for a walk. I couldn’t stay in that hotel with Sam trying to find ways to decorate my arm with holiday decorations. Note to self, don’t let Sam buy tinsel and say it’s for the “tree at the Stark Tower”.”

I smiled at the thought of Steve being in the middle of these two teasing each other like children and not knowing which side he should take. Hearing his voice, even if it’s not crystal clear, makes me forget for a moment that he’s not here. There’s almost this sort of echo in the house that really makes you feel like you’re alone. It still breaks my heart, but I wouldn’t tell him to make him feel even worse about it. He’s trying his best and that’s all I could really hope for.

But I do wish he was here. Wherever Bucky goes, that’s home.

“Hey, I’m gonna take a wild guess here and say that you didn’t take the trash cans in like I asked you to.”

I was silent for a moment as I thought about what he said. “You didn’t, did you?” I shook my head and spoke. “Um no, I’m pretty sure I did.” I tried to lie and pretend like I didn’t forget, which in fact I know I did.

“Oh, really? Hmm… are you sure? ‘Cause something is telling me that you forgot.” I smiled and leaned back more into the couch and got comfortable. “I know I tend to be forgetful, but I’m pretty sure I already took them in.” I heard him chuckle. “Alright, alright I’ll believe you. I know you wouldn’t lie to me, baby..”

“Trying to put the guilt trip on me even when you’re not here, baby?” I laughed and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. “I’m just stating the facts.. oh, hey, one second! I’m getting another call. I’ll be right back.” I waited for him as he placed me on hold and began to browse through Netflix to look for some good Christmas films to watch.

Before I could go to my suggestion list, I heard the doorbell ring.

“Weird, wrong number…” I heard his voice once again as he took me off hold. “Hey, I just heard the doorbell ring.” I spoke as I went to stand up. “It’s probably FedEx. Go check it out and take me with you!” I stood up, grabbed my phone and went to go and find a sweater to quickly put on. “Just uh do me a favor.” He requested. “Sure, baby. What is it?”

“I know you’re lonely at home, but try not to check out the delivery man too much, okay? Even if he is very handsome.” I laughed and shook my head. “Ohh, I don’t know Barnes. I gotta see what kind of a package I’m lookin’ at here.” I joked as he laughed. I walked over to the front door and opened it. My body stood still as my phone fell out of my hands.

“Delivery, for Mrs. – ” Before he could even finish the sentence, I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him towards me. I could feel and hear him laughing against me as his arms embraced me tighter into him. I could feel the cold air from outside come into the house, but I didn’t care. He was warm and he was standing at our doorstep.

He pulled me back so he could look at me and I could see a sheen of tears in his baby blues as he leaned down for a kiss. Both hands cupped my cheeks as he held me in place, his cold lips meeting my own. He’s grown out his stubble and it lightly tickled my top lip. I reached my hands up to tug at his hair and felt him smile against me as soft moans of content left his mouth. He pulled away too soon for my liking and looked down at me and laughed.

“Did ya miss me, doll?” I pulled him in for another kiss as he mumbled against my lips. “I can hardly tell.” His metal hand moved a strand of hair away from my face as he continued to smile at me. “But… how are you here? You’re supposed to be in – ”

“I know I know but we managed to finish the mission early and catch a flight. Turns out, Steve doesn’t mind using the Captain America card to get on a plane while running late.” He chuckled. He rubbed small circles on my cheek as I leaned into him. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too.” He leaned in to grant me one more kiss before pulling away to make a comment. “I know it seems hard to believe, but I made you a promise that I will try to be home for Christmas and I keep my promises… unlike someone I know who didn’t bring in the trash cans.”

Fuck…

“Oops? You’re not upset, right?” I asked as he shook his head. “No, baby I’m not upset. I could care less about them. I’ve just gone and gave myself the best present a guy could ask for… the love of his life, crying and cheeks reddened in his arms, clinging to him with all the might they can muster..” He laughed as he held me against him.

“I’m here and I’m not going anywhere… now let’s get inside, get a warm drink and see if we can warm ourselves up with each other.” He winked as I playfully slapped his arm. “Let’s go surprise Alpine.”

“Ahh! That’s right!” He walked in and yelled out. “Alpine? Daddy’s home! Where are you sweetheart?” I closed the door behind us and smiled at the thought of him finally being home. He took off his jacket just as she came out from wherever she was hiding. He crouched down as she walked up to welcome him home. “Hey, you. Ya missed me?” He chuckled as he looked up at me.

“Doll?”

“Yeah?” He smiled up at me, his cheeks rosy as he uttered, “Merry Christmas.”

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #christmas imagine #Bucky Barnes christmas #Bucky Barnes Christmas imagine #12 days of christmas #12 days of ficmas #please go easy on me #i haven't written in so long #i hope y'all like it #✨🎄✨🎄

[kisskiss-slashslash]

If it is okie, can I request for either Bubba Sawyer or Thomas Hewitt with a chubby insecure afab reader? Either sweet fluff or maybe some soft smut? Whatever be more comfy. (A pudgy gal myself, and these two bring so much comfort) thank you 😳

Thomas Hewitt and Bubba Sawyer with an insecure, chubby s/o

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba notices that you tend to wear clothes that are not exactly fitting for Texas’ hot climate, and gets extremely concerned about you possibly overheating. So one day, when you come inside from doing some gardening, he shoves a short sleeved sundress from his own collection into your hands and ushers you into your shared room to change. When you don’t emerge for too long, he checks on you and finds you idling in front of the mirror, holding the dress in front of yourself and frowning.

“I… I don’t think I’d look good in this, Bubba”, you tell him after a moment of silence.

He pushes his hands into his hips, a silent image of insistence. Knowing Bubba, he won’t leave it alone until you at least tried it on, so you relent.

Once you have changed out of your sweaty and way too warm work clothes and into the sundress, Bubba cups his face and smiles so widely that it warps his leather mask. Then he walks up to you, takes your hand and makes you twirl until the skirt flies.

“Bubba, wait, I’m getting dizzy”, you say, but your laughter takes any kind of force from the complaint. In the end, you topple against him in a fit of giggles, and Bubba holds you up.

You sigh, once you’ve calmed down. “Okay, fine. I gotta admit it. I look pretty damn cute in this.”

He nods eagerly, glad that you finally got it.

Thomas Hewitt

Living in the same household as Hoyt probably isn’t helping with your insecurity. But luckily, you have a very loving and very protective husband and mother in law by your side.

“Maybe we should eat you next”, Hoyt tells you with waggling eyebrows. “You’d be enough to-” A large, meaty hand comes down against the back of his head, not hard enough to do actual damage, but definitely enough to hurt.

“What the fuck, Tommy?!”, he yells, to which Thomas responds with a glare.

Luda Mae comes stomping out of the neighboring room. “What did I tell you about cursing in this house?!”

“But Ma-”, Hoyt interjects like a petulant child.

“No ‘But’! And I told you a million times to keep those jokes to yourself! I don’t want that kind of bickering here!” And with that, she stomps off again.

Hoyt glares at both Thomas and you, grumbles something you don’t quite catch and returns to reading the newspaper.

The same large hand that just whacked him over the head now warms your back, and Thomas gently guides you out of the den and down to the cellar, where he spends the majority of the day, and occasionally grants you an escape from Hoyt’s… everything.

He rubs small circles on the small of your back to soothe you.

“I’m fine, Tommy”, you reassure him. He still turns you around so you’re facing him, and cups your hips with his hands, lightly squeezing the soft, warm flesh. A smile lights up his usually so serious face.

#slasher x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #thomas hewitt x reader

[sailor-aviator]

The kids trying to take care of daddy when he's sick <- please, please, please, i'm begging you - this with dhtn!jake!!!

Alright, let's goooooooooo

Jake was dying, he was sure of it. He couldn't breath and his skin felt both hot and cold at the same time. His head was pounding and every muscle in his body ached.

Yeah, he was dying.

At least he would die the happiest man alive.

You had woken up that morning to the sound of you husband coughing, his body jerking the bed.

"Jakey?" You had grumbled groggily, rolling over to look at him. He had given you an apologetic smile that looked more like a grimace as he plopped his head back against the pillow.

"I'm sorry, sweet girl," he rasped. "Did I wake you?"

You ignored his question, sitting up to get a proper look at him. A light sheen of sweat covered his skin, and when you rested your hand on his forehead, you hummed in concern.

"Sweetheart, you're burning up," you cooed, running your hands through his hair. He hummed at the pleasant feel, his eyes closing as he relaxed into your touch.

"Gotta get up and get started on the chores," he mumbled, moving to stand. You pushed him back down, eyeing him sternly.

"You'll do no such thing," you chided. "You're to stay in bed for the rest of the day, do you understand?"

"Mmm," he smirked, "I like it when you get bossy."

"I mean it, Jake."

"I hear you, darlin'," he sighed, already falling back asleep. "Won' be movin' a muscle."

He wasn't sure how long he slept, but you were no where to be seen in the large room. He wasn't even sure what had roused him from his slumber until he felt a tickle by his nose. He pried his eyes open to see a pair of identical green ones gazing back at him. He jerked slightly in surprise before relaxing back with a small smile.

"Ellie," he hummed, looking at the little girl. "Does your mama know you're in here?"

She gave him a mischievous smile, shaking her head slightly to indicate that, no. You did not know your two year old was in the room waking up her daddy.

Eleanor was the only daughter out of all of your children, and she was your carbon copy save for the green eyes that Jake had passed along to all of your children. Jake still laments that none of them inherited yours.

"What are you doin' in here, sweetheart?" he croaked at her, wincing at the spike of pain in his throat. Ellie looked up at him sweetly, pulling a tiny, blue forget-me-not out from around her back. Jake's heart melted at the sight.

"Is that for me, baby girl?" He asked her, and she nodded, arm outstretched for him to grab it. He did so gently, giving her a wide smile.

"Flowers make me feel better," she said with her little lisp. "I wan' daddy to feel better too."

"I don't want you to get sick though, sweet pea," he cooed at her just as a set of footsteps came racing down the hall.

"Ellie! Mama said-"

The pair looked at the door to see the oldest child at five years old, Elias, standing in the doorway.

"Daddy! You're awake!"

"Yeah, buddy," Jake chuckled. "I'm awake.

"Daddy, you don't have to worry about the chores today!" His son beamed at him, joining Ellie by the bed.

"And why's that?"

"'Cause Uncle Bradley came by with Auntie Birdie and showed me how to do everything! I fed the goats and milked the cows all by myself!"

"Look at you!" Jake grinned, reaching out to ruffle his son's blond hair. "I'm so proud of you, little man."

Elias puffed out his chest in pride just as you walked through the door with a tray. You scowled at your children when you saw them by the bed.

"Elias Emmanuel and Eleanor Ruth, what did I tell you about disturbing daddy today?"

Jake looked over at his kids and shot them a playful wink. "I'd skedaddle if I were you two."

The siblings giggled before racing past you and out of the room. You gave an exasperated sigh along with an eye roll before walking over to sit at the edge of the bed. Jake scooted up so that he was sitting against the headboard. You placed the tray in front of him before checking his temperature once more, frowning.

"You're fever hasn't broken yet," you murmured, looking at him as he began to sip on the broth you had brought him.

"You doin' okay downstairs by yourself with the baby and the hellions?" He asked you, furrowing his brow in worry. You smiled softly at him, brushing his sweaty locks out of his face.

"Bradley and Birdie are still here with Simon and Cora. I think Birdie is using Noah to try and convince Bradley to have another one," you joked. Jake snorted.

"Like he needs convincing," he muttered. You sighed, giving him an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry the kids woke you," you murmured. He shook his head.

"You kiddin' me?" He grinned. "I love when my kids take care of me almost as much as I love when their mama does."

#dhtn #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x you #top gun hangman #jake seresin x you #top gun maverick #jake seresin fic #jake seresin fanfiction #jake hangman seresin imagine #hangman #hangman x reader #hangman imagine #don't hang'em til noon #drabble #dhtn!jake #dhtn!jake and scout #scout and jake #scout and dhtn!jake

[nebulablakemurphy]

Twenty Questions (Part 4)

Summary: For Y/N’s 20th birthday Haymitch gifts her 20 questions, that he has to answer honestly, no matter what. Mentions of sex/forced pregnancy. Moves & Countermoves companion piece.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“How many…do you think?”

“Hmm?” Haymitch hums, eyeing his wife.

“Kids.” Y/N clears her throat, “how many kids do you think Snow will make us have?”

“I’d say one of each. A boy and a girl will keep the people entertained. If the next one is a boy, I think we’ll have to try again for a girl. Assuming we stay in his good graces, we’ll probably be done after that.” Haymitch shrugs a shoulder.

“I don’t know what else we can do.” Y/N rubs her hands together anxiously.

“There’s nothing else, Angel.” Haymitch sighs, “we just have to ride this out.”

Y/N nods, rubbing the swell of her belly. She’s five months along, over half way.

“Did you want,” Haymitch stumbles over the words. “How many do you want?”

Y/N lifts a shoulder. “I think being an only child might be lonely for him.” Him. Their baby. Because it isn’t about them anymore, it never will be again. “Two would be good.”

“Two would be good,” Haymitch agrees.

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Haymitch drinks more than he ever has.

Y/N’s belly grows. She’s tired all the time. She snaps at Haymitch and then chases after him with tears in her eyes, begging for forgiveness. “I’m sorry, I’m… I know I’m awful. I’m trying to do better.”

“You’re not awful,” Haymitch grumbles. “I’m trying too.”

“But you are! You are doing better and I’m…I feel like everyday I get worse. That’s the difference and I’m frustrated with myself. I’m frustrated at the situation and I don’t know what to do. You’re the only person here with me all the time, so you get the brunt of everything. And I know it’s not fair to you. I know you hate me for it.” How could you not?

“I need you to know that I do not hate you. I could never hate you. I see how hard this pregnancy and marriage has been for you. I’m sorry, from the bottom of my heart, if I could change it for you, I would. But I can’t.” Haymitch admits, “I can’t and it kills me.”

“It’s not hard being married to you,” she breaks off. “I’d never given a lot of thought to marriage. I didn’t necessarily want to be married. But doing it with you is easy, being with you is easy and I feel safe when I’m with you.”

“Tell me what’s wrong then, Angel. Tell me what I can do to help you. Anything you need. You just gotta give me some fucking direction here, because I am drowning in this.”

“I don’t know what I need. I feel restless all the time. I can’t sleep. I’m-”

“You’re afraid.” Haymitch gets it.

“Just…just tell me that everything’s gonna be ok.”

“It is gonna be ok. I promise.”

She closes the distance between them, relaxing into the feel of his arms around her. Holding her close, making everything ok.

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Things are better after that.

“Everything’s gonna be ok.”

He tells her every morning and again at night.

They decorate the nursery, they give him a name. Everest. Everest Abernathy.

By the time they mentor the games that year, Y/N is eight months along. They’ve agreed to stay in the Capitol, until the baby is born.

“You’ll have access to the best medicine known to man in our hospitals, Y/N. The same cannot be said for District Twelve.” President Snow makes her an offer that sounds more like a threat. In any event, she can’t refuse.

Their chances for a victor this year are slim to none. The female tribute is fifteen, but Y/N can spot every bone in her body. The boy isn’t much better, and only twelve.

Y/N weeps for them until she vomits. Only when she is alone, jotting notes in her tablet. She remains strong in their presence, focused. Knowing Haymitch won’t offer much help. He stopped trying and she doesn’t blame him.

She might give up too, if it didn’t mean leaving the poor tributes to fend for themselves.

It makes no difference though, both go down in the initial bloodbath. She mourns them alone, while Haymitch drowns his sorrows down at the bar.

And time passes, the same way it always has. Too fast or too slow.

Part 5

#moves & countermoves #haymitch abernathy fanfic #haymitch abernathy #haymitch abernathy x reader #haymitch x reader #haymitch abernathy x y/n #haymitch abernathy x you #haymitch fanfic #haymitch x y/n #haymitch abernathy fanfiction #thg haymitch #twenty questions #the hunger games

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Clouds ||

Frank Castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: depressed reader, comfort. Been feeling low for no reason, wrote this for myself and hope it helps anyone in a similar place.

He's been holding you for a long while, ever since you came home and he saw the way you were detached and unresponsive to him when he asked you how your day had been.

One of his hands strokes slowly, deliberately, up and down your back, the other cradling your face, thumb rubbing lightly over your damp cheek as you slump in his lap.

"You wanna tell me what's wrong, baby?" Frank gently urges, still spooked by the quiet sobs that choke out of you.

"Nothing."

You won't meet his eyes but he doesn't force you to, simply pulling you closer into his body, the skin of his face pressing to your own, hand smoothing over your hair as he hugs you to his warmth. The simple action draws a fresh flood of tears from you as you feel the heavy pull of the void within, the melancholic thoughts that had been swimming around your head all day.

"Hey, hey s'alright." He soothes, letting you cry absolutely everything out. When you stop shaking he reaches across the coffee table to get you a tissue and dry your eyes.

"It hurts seein' my pretty girl like this. S'there anythin' I can do?"

"I– I don't know…" you eventually reply with a sniff.

He considers for a moment. "Maybe there's someone I gotta beat up? Hm?"

That manages to raise a tiny hiccuped laugh from you and Frank dares a smile. "S'that a yes? You just tell me who and I'll take care of it honey, you know I will."

You shake your head, eyes cast downward again. "No, it's no-one. Just me."

He tips your chin up slowly with his fingers and nudges his nose to yours before he kisses you chastely on the lips, and for a moment you forget your reasonless grief as your eyes flick up to meet his patient and loving gaze.

"C'mon now, I don't need you beatin' yourself up sweetheart." Frank snuggles you against his chest again and you close your eyes as you breathe him in. After a time you find yourself taking deep breaths along with him and the racing din in your overwhelmed mind eventually starts to quiet.

"It's gonna be okay honey, you know you gotta just feel what you feel, even if there ain't any reason for it." He softly kisses the top of your head. "Those shitty thoughts in there, they're just clouds across the sun and they'll be gone soon enough, and I'm gonna be here until they are."

He keeps his word, stays cuddling you on the couch as long as you need, distracting you with the odd light kiss as you gradually begin to feel the grey skies break and brighten up. He makes dinner after hearing the loud grumbling noises of your stomach, and runs you a bath before bed, sitting on the bathroom floor as he gives you a head massage while shampooing your hair.

And when he's curled close around you in bed, not leaving any room for intrusive thoughts to come back, you make your gratitude known.

"I don't know how I got so lucky with you Frankie, I'm sorry I've been such a mess lately."

"Don't apologise for anythin' darlin', and you know you do the exact same f'me when I'm having a shitter of a day." You turn in his arms and he strokes a stray lock of hair away from your face.

"I mean it, you do so much for me."

His smile is so warm and you return it. He doesn't miss the little glint in your eye as you sidle up closer to him.

"Well now, there anythin' else I could do to make you feel better sweetheart?" He asks.

You nod "I'm sure I can think of something…"

you say as you run your fingers through his thick hair, humming as you lean in to capture his lips in a soft, languid kiss.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle fluff #comfort fic

[waywardxwords]

Chapter 2 - Nothing to Lose (Taking Chances)

Summary: After a random encounter introduces you to Dean Winchester, you can't shake the magnetic pull you feel towards him. For years, you've felt like everything in your life is under control--a promising career, financial stability and no real responsibilities. Dean's a hunter; it's his life and job. But somehow when you meet, your worlds are flipped upside down and you have to decide if it's a chance worth taking.

Chapter Warnings: None

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female!reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Read Chapter 1 - Rules Were Meant for Breaking here!

The wind whipped at the shutters on your two-bedroom home tucked in the suburbs of Richmond, Virginia. It was another quiet night for you. Quiet had become your norm, and you were perfectly content with that. One hand held your cell phone to your ear while the other poured yourself a glass of Merlot. 

“I’m heading to Kansas next week,” you said somewhat nonchalantly into the receiver, but your best friend knew better than that. 

“Oooh,” she cooed. “Are you seeing your flying buddy?” You rolled your eyes. After you had mentioned your encounter that had happened almost a month ago now, she had been relentless. 

“No…I don’t know,” you grumbled. “He has a name, you know.” 

“Oh, I know. The mysterious Dean. I still wish you had gotten a last name. You gotta Google guys nowadays. You tend to find some creepy ass people,” she muttered back. You slipped the cork back into the bottle and carried your glass to the living room. 

“Says the girl who dated a guy with an attempted battery charge,” you scoffed as you plopped down on your couch and pulled your legs up to the side. 

“Listen, Tinder is wild. It’s not my fault he used a fake name,” she tossed back. “And let’s just remember it was a charge and he was never actually convicted.”

“Yeah, let’s not try to justify that one, ‘kay?” You laughed. “I don’t know, I don’t think I’m going to call him. I don’t even know if he wants to hear from me.” You swirled the burgundy liquid around in your wine glass as your mind replayed the night you and Dean spent together. 

“You were pretty clear about what you wanted…or didn’t want, for that matter. At least, from what you told me.” 

Once you and Dean had gotten your room assignments, you agreed to meet in his room after you got settled. A quick glance in the mirror made you grimace—traveling for fifteen hours hadn’t done you any favors. You swiped your index finger under each eye to clean up the smudged mascara before you pulled at the fallen strands of hair to fix your bun. The idea of getting dressed up at this point seemed futile, so you settled on a long sleeve shirt and leggings with sneakers. 

After a quick breath, you grabbed your room key and cell phone and headed down the hall to Dean’s room. Your knuckles tapped against the wood. 

Within a moment, the door swung open revealing your new friend. He had changed into a gray undershirt and sweatpants. 

“Hey,” you breathed with a smile. 

“Hi,” he smiled back. He stepped back and held the door open for you. “Come on in.” 

“Are we passing on the bar adventure?” You raised your eyebrows as you eyed his choice of sweatpants. 

“Oh, you mean you don’t want to be seen with me wearing sweatpants in the bar?” He feigned offense. “And see, I didn’t think you cared about that kinda thing…” before you could say anything, he continued. “Nah, I’ll be honest. I’m pretty exhausted and thought we could just hang out and watch a movie or something.”

“That works, but seriously, if you’re tired I can absolutely entertain myself and get some sleep. We don’t have to hang out,” you were second-guessing everything, and that wasn’t like you. The confidence and self-assurance you had when it came to your work seemed to go out the window when it came to Dean. 

“No way,” he plopped down on the bed and put his feet up as he sat against the headboard. “It’s almost Halloween, how do you feel about some scary classics?” He wiggled his eyebrows, which made you laugh. 

“Sounds good to me,” you walked to the other side of the bed and sat down so you were against the headboard with your legs folded like a pretzel. 

The movie was fun, but you and Dean ended up talking throughout most of it. 

“Okay, so you don’t like planes…anything else you’re afraid of?” You popped a pretzel from the trail mix bag Southwest had provided on your earlier flight into your mouth and handed the bag to Dean. 

“Hm,” he hummed as he rummaged through for a Cheez-It. “Not really. My brother’s afraid of clowns.” 

“Clowns are pretty creepy,” you agreed. Dean rolled his eyes. 

“What about you? What are you afraid of?” The question was harmless, but the answer felt loaded to you. As you processed your thoughts, you hesitated but decided to just go for it. 

“Being alone,” your eyes fell to your lap where you played with a loose string on the comforter. “Sorry, that was deep.” You laughed lightly as you avoided eye contact and wondered if you had gone with something easier; something like snakes or needles. 

“Hey,” Dean’s voice caught your attention. “Don’t be sorry. That’s a valid fear.” You noticed his voice was lower than before. His words were kind, but you still felt like you had made a mistake by opening up that much to him. 

“I appreciate it,” you managed a small smile. 

There was a pause, but you were surprised it wasn’t uncomfortable. Then Dean spoke once more. “In, uh, in the spirit of ‘if you show me yours, I’ll show you mine’,” he cleared his throat. “I’m batshit terrified of being afraid…”

You blinked as you contemplated his words. “You’re…afraid of being afraid?” 

He chuckled and rubbed at the back of his neck as he dropped his gaze to his lap. “Yeah, I know it sounds weird. I guess for me, I always have to be strong and just have my shit together. Which I don’t, by the way.” You watched the side of his face as he spoke, illuminated by the movie playing on the TV on the dresser across from you. “It’s pretty much always been me and Sammy—my brother,” he reminded you. “I don’t really ever show anyone if I’m afraid of something.”

“Everybody gets scared, Dean,” you coaxed as he paused. “Your brother would understand that.”

“Yeah, I don’t know about that,” he pondered, his eyebrows knitted together. “I guess so, I just don’t show it.”

Even though it was a simple confession, you felt like you learned a lot about Dean in that moment. 

“You were afraid on the plane, I could tell,” you smirked and pushed your elbow gently into his ribs playfully. 

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and for the first time since he started speaking, his head turned to look at you. His eyes practically studied you but all you felt was his vulnerability. “I know,” he said softly. “That’s the thing, I was able to drop the act in front of you. I just can’t figure out why…”

“Ah,” you smiled. “You broke your own rule. You took your mask off.”

He chuckled again. “I guess I did.” 

You turned back after a moment to look at whatever was happening on the TV in front of you, and that’s when you felt Dean’s palm graze the top of your hand at your side. It wasn’t forceful or pushy, it just felt comforting. You glanced down at your hands and took a breath. 

“Dean, I need to be honest with you,” your words were so soft, you weren’t sure if he heard you. His eyes watched you and he nodded for you to continue. “I’m really, really bad at…this whole thing.” You mumbled. 

“At what, exactly?” He asked for clarification. 

“Men? Affection? I’ve been so focused on my career for so long, I kinda just settled on the fact I’d be alone for the rest of my life. And even though it terrifies me, I’m also kind of content with that? Let’s be honest, you live in Kansas and I live in Virginia. We don’t even know each other, we’re strangers,” you were rambling at this point. 

“I’m not askin’ you to marry me, sweetheart,'' he laughed gently, but also removed his hand from yours.

“No, I know,” you breathed. “I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you, seriously. I just don’t see how…” you trailed off as you tried to find your words. 

“I get it, wrong place, wrong time,” he repeated the words from earlier. 

“Something like that,” you sighed. You stared into his green gaze for another moment before you found your voice again. “I should go.” 

Dean nodded once, but you saw the disappointment flash across his features. “I understand.” He swung his legs off of the bed and waited for you to walk you to the door. “Just so you know, I really liked talking with you tonight.” 

“Me too, Dean,” you managed a smile and wondered why you felt sad. You wouldn’t let your feelings deter you. 

“And hey, if you’re ever in Kansas and wanna break any more of those rules…” he reached for a notepad on the table by the door. He scribbled out a number. “Gimme a call.” 

You took the paper willingly and gave him one more gentle smile. “Thanks, Dean.” And against your better judgment, you leaned forward on your tip toes and kissed his stubble covered cheek. “Goodnight.”

You saw Dean on the plane the next morning, but couldn’t be sure if he had seen you. He picked a seat rows ahead of you, and by the time you had gotten off of the plane—he was gone. 

“Can you blame the guy?” Your best friend’s voice interrupted your thoughts. “He bared his soul to you and you bolted.”

“I didn’t bolt because of the conversation! I got scared,” you mumbled. 

“I know, but I also know it’s been a month and you haven’t shut up about him,” she reminded you. “Call. The. Man. Please, if for nothing else, for my sake. I’m sick of hearing you whine.” 

“Ugh, fine,” you grumbled. “I’ll call him.” 

“You better,” she bit back. “If you don’t call him, you’re not allowed to talk about him anymore. Got it?”

A sigh fell from your lips, but you knew she was right. “Deal.” 

“Good, I gotta run. I love you.”

“Love you, too,” and with that, you both hung up. You stared at your phone for a minute. With a quick scroll in your contacts, you found the number you had added after Dean wrote it down on the notepad. Your finger hovered for a moment before you took a leap of faith and pressed his name. 

You pushed the phone to your ear and took a very large sip of your wine with your eyes squeezed shut tightly. Your breath got caught in your throat when you thought he had answered, only to realize it was his voicemail. 

“This is Dean’s other, other cell…so you must know what to do.” And then there was a beep. You quickly hung up the phone. How many cell phones does this guy have? And why…? Maybe your best friend was right—maybe you needed to fully vet this dude before you considered coordinating a meet-up. But before you could think on it any longer, your phone started vibrating against the couch cushion. 

“Hi,” you sighed into the phone as you pinched the bridge of your nose. 

“Uh, hi. Who is this?” His voice sounded gruffer than you remembered. 

“Dean, sorry, I uh, I—this is—” he cut you off before you could say anything else. 

“Oh…uh, everything okay?” He sounded…worried, or concerned, maybe? But you weren’t sure why. And he recognized your voice? There was so much you were confused about but it was overshadowed by the giddiness you felt that he recognized your voice from just a few words. 

“Oh, everything’s fine,” you quickly answered. “I’m sorry to bother you, I just wanted to call to let you know I’m going to be in Kansas next week…” you second-guessed, again, why you had called to begin with. You knew you were sending the man mixed signals, and you didn’t mean to. It was a battle from within that you couldn’t tell if you were losing or winning, at this point. He didn’t speak during your pause, so you continued. “I’m sorry, Dean. I shouldn’t have called.”

“No, it’s alright,” he spoke softly. “I just didn’t think I’d hear from you again.” You wanted to kick yourself, but instead you stood to your feet and paced a bit in front of your couch as you gripped the phone to your ear.

“I know,” you sighed. “Moment of honesty without any judgment?” You asked hesitantly.

“Shoot,” by the sound of his voice, you could tell he still wasn’t sure what you wanted or why you had dialed his number. To be fair, you still weren’t sure, either. There was this strange sense of connection you felt with him after only spending a few hours with him. It was something you couldn't shake.

“When I left your hotel room that night,” your feet slowed and you brought your fingers up to fidget with the charm on your necklace. “I kind of panicked. But…” But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, is what you wanted to say. However, you weren’t feeling very brave, so you swerved. “…I just knew you had said if I were ever in Kansas again, to give you a call.” Per usual when the nerves crept up and made you feel like you had made a mistake, your teeth found the inside of your bottom lip and nibbled there self consciously. 

There was a pause that made you question yourself even more than before, if that were possible. “No, I’m glad you called. When are you planning to be in town?” 

Your heart fluttered. Maybe he did want to see you, after all. “Next week, actually. I fly in on Monday afternoon but I don’t have any meetings until Tuesday.” 

“Alright,” there was something to his voice that sounded different than before—there was a hardness there you hadn’t noticed on the plane, or when you spent the evening talking about what you were afraid of and watching classic horror flicks. This Dean felt guarded. “Well, how ‘bout drinks? There’s not much out here, but there’s a dive bar. The Blind Pig, it’s in Salina near the airport.”

“Is that too far for you? Aren’t you in Lebanon?” This version of Dean made you realize you really didn’t know him at all—this was just a man you had met by pure happenstance. You wondered if you should Google him, after all. 

“Ah, it’s alright. I spend ninety percent of my time in my car and I love it,” he answered truthfully. 

Even though your brain was telling you to think twice, something within you urged your mouth to speak anyway. “Alright, then. Is 7 o’clock okay?”

“Seven it is,” he answered, and this time you could tell he had a smile on his face. 

“Okay, great,” you gnawed at your bottom lip as you processed. “I’ll see you then.”

“See you then,” he repeated back. Simple ‘byes’ ended your conversation and you couldn’t help but cringe from the awkwardness as you pulled the phone from your ear. All you could think about was that you hoped you hadn’t made a mistake. 

A/N: I'm so excited to be back! I've spent a lot of time planning this series out, so I hope you enjoy! Thanks so much for reading, please feel free to let me know if you enjoyed it ♥️

Chapters will be posted on Wednesdays and Saturdays!

Preview of the next chapter:

The Blind Pig was a small hole-in-the-wall sports bar, but it sure did have a lot of patrons. Thankfully, your flight had gotten in when it was supposed to without any delays, but that had gotten you settled in your hotel by five o’clock and ready to meet Dean by six. You had pulled out your laptop to try and get some work done, but your eyes kept pulling to the numbers on the nightstand. 

6:02. And then again at 6:04. By 6:07, you couldn’t take it anymore. So you headed the short distance from your hotel to The Blind Pig and settled on a barstool at the bar. 

“What can I get you?” The bartender interrupted your thoughts as he dried his hands on a small dish rag. 

“A Jack and Coke, please,” you answered in an effort to calm your nerves. “And a glass of water,” so hopefully you wouldn’t get too ahead of yourself. 

The bartender nodded and grabbed a glass. Every time the front door opened, you couldn’t help but turn to see if it was Dean walking through the door. But it was still only 6:45, and you knew he had a long drive. 

Just as your drink was set in front of you, you heard him clear his throat behind you. “Hey, Atlanta,” the nickname brought a smile to your lips and a shiver down your spine as you turned towards him.

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[notroosterbradshaw]

I just really want Bradley to suprise join me in the shower after a night together 🥺🥺 is that to much to ask???

not even necessarily NSFW immediately.... but maybe just massaging the shampoo into each other's hair, using the loofa to foam each other up.... just kissing, little makeout session.... 🥴🥹🥴😭

and then also some s*xy time maybe! 😏😏

Because you put this in my brain and I couldn’t think of much else, V. Just a little drabbly drabble. But really, just thots, words and very little editing (because I hate it). 3000% NSFW.

"No time, gotta move my ass. Sorry," you apologised, bustling through the shower curtain where Rooster was, admittedly, having a leisurely soak for his Saturday off after his run. He wasn't a long-shower kinda guy. Get in, cleanse, wash his hair, gfto. "I didn't realise the time," you said, hustling into his space and stealing the water and the loofah from the shower caddy as Rooster watched you, the revelry of a hot relaxing shower dismissed. "It's nearly 9. I have a class at 9:30," you explained, soaping up as he remained silent although he knew. "What?"

"You shower before you get into chlorine?"

Smiling, you reminded him of the night before. "I feel I owe it to myself to not arrive at work smelling like your cologne."

"Pretty sexy to me," Rooster shrugged playfully. Hands out, you gave him the loofah and turned away from him. Soaping and massaging your soft skin, Rooster would be lying to say he didn't appreciate the way the water ran down your curves and the body wash suds drizzled down your back to, argh, your delicious ass or the way little goose pimples flashed across your skin as he touched you. Resisting, he knew pushing his luck wouldn’t get him anywhere, but he turned you towards him anyway. “So, really. How long do you have?” he murmured, gently guiding you towards the tiles behind you, his powerful thigh guiding its way between yours.

“Not time for what you’re thinking,” you warned, raising an index finger, completely unthreatening. Face passive, he licked his lips.

“No? I can be real quick,” he flicked some water from his hair and breathed deep. “Two-three mins, tops. You’d probably have time to spare,” he reasoned.

“Ooh, sexy,” you told him, biting back a grin. “Don’t talk that up to your other lovers,” you teased.

He laughed, his lips spotting a warm pool in your clavicle and sucking at it, his soft lips continuing their trek to your lips, pushing his body flush against yours. Your arms wrapped around him, toying with the ends of his wet curls, almost weak. His fucking lips knew every secret to you.

“I did come in here for a reason,” you whined, utterly powerless under his kiss.

“I know, I know,” he replied sweetly. “But you knew I was in here, baby. So, really... this is on you as much as it’s on me.”

Well... yeah, you thought, a bashful grin on your face, knowing he’d worked you out before you'd even stepped in. 

“Every morning you find new and inventive ways to try and make me late,” Rooster reminded you, his teeth sinking into your earlobe. “And how many push-ups have I been subjected to because of this?”

“A lot,” you shuddered, his chest pressing into yours. 

“Thousands,” he reckoned. “In 200 lots.” 

“You’re just undisciplined,” you retorted. He crowed, laughing against your skin, his palms caressing your hips, your ass, your ribs. Everywhere. Everything.  

“You’re such a fuckin’ smart mouth. But I suppose I am undisciplined at times. Don’t stand a chance, do I?” 

“Suppose not,” you agreed as he kissed you softly. Softly, then hungrily. Hungrily and demanding as his tongue melded with yours, his weight pushing you back against the cold tiles. “Rooster,” you warned again.

“What?” He grumbled petulantly, his fingers tracing down your body and opening you up to him. “Just one orgasm. I feel that’s fair,” he didn’t wait for an answer. “You don’t even have to return the favour,” he added although you enjoyed returning the favour tenfold. 

“I have to gooo - ” you gasped as he cupped between your legs, his thumb drawing lazy circles and writing his name on your clit. He wasn’t expecting anything in return, he truly knew you needed to go but watching you come would be enough for him until you got home. “You are a cruel man, Rooster Bradshaw,” you squeaked as he applied a little more pressure and swallowed your words with his kiss.

“I have to gooo,” he mocked with a laugh against your lips. Who were you to deny him? Your legs were shaking, your heart racing between his kisses and caresses. Rooster was skilled at many, many things. This was one of those things, your body was absolutely cursing with energy and completely at his whim. 

He leaned down, nuzzling to your breast and swirling around your straining nipple, his eyes watching your face keenly. He breathed, so close to falling apart.

“Rooster,” you swallowed. The chill on your back and his heat pressed against your front sent you near delirium as your body ground into his hand. Sliding the length of his middle finger into you and his thumb not missing a beat, your body thrumming, coming and coming hard and he kissed you, his fingers skilfully fucking you through the orgasm you probably didn’t have time for but needed desperately. 

And as quick as it came, it ended and you had to push his hands away, too sensitive from his touch. “Okay, okay,” he cooed, his lips crushed against yours, his incredibly shapely arms keeping your body upright as your legs threatened to go underneath you. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, he lifted your feet off the tiles and let you kiss his feverishly. He smiled as you kissed him. “That was so good. I love you - ” you told him.

“But you gotta go,” he said, finishing the sentence. You were painfully short on time now. He loosened his grasp and reached out to the hook where he’d put his towel and he handed it to you as you stepped away from the flow. “What time will you be home?”

“3ish,” you told him. “Will you still be here?” 

“I’ll still be here,” he promised, his belongings always strewn somewhere between your apartment and base. He never had what he needed and was slowly infiltrating your bathroom with razors, hair products, his deodorant. “I’ll see you then,” he left another single kiss on your lips as you wrapped yourself up and zipped out carefully. When he heard you close the bathroom room, he adjusted the shower temperature. 

A COLD, freezing flow crushed him as he breathed and let it hit him, hard and heavy. 

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[jessicaloons]

Chapter 38:

You gotta step into the daylight and let it all go…

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I watched Lizzie finish packing. Headphones on. Singing quietly to herself. The first light of the day illuminating her frame made her look ethereal. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, although the doorbell rang for the third time already. Sighing I got up, answering the door for an annoyed Arthur.

"About time!" he grumbled when he walked inside "Are you guys ready?"

"Almost." I answered and Arthur plopped down on the sofa, scrolling through his phone when he sat up a little.

"Is the radio on?" he asked and I shook my head.

"No. That’s Lizzie."

"That’s Lizzie?" he asked and looked towards the bedroom "Damn. She should record some songs instead of you with your sad piano songs…"

"Ouch. Thanks…" I said and threw my phone charger into my backpack. Although I had to admit that Arthur wasn’t that wrong about Lizzie.

"Why did I never hear her sing before?" Arthur asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

"She usually never sings when someone is around. Under the shower maybe or when she works out alone. In the car. But mostly when she’s alone."

"Hmm okay. What a shame…" he mumbled, before he turned back to his phone, humming along to Lizzie’s song.

"Yeah… a real shame…" I whispered and went to the bedroom, where Lizzie just closed up her suitcase "Ready? Arthur just came."

"Yeah I think I have everything." she closed her eyes for a moment and mumbled something "Yep. I got everything. Let’s go."

She took her bag from the bed and flinched a little, her face scrunching up, dropping the bag.

"Are you okay?" I asked and stepped closer.

"Yeah, yeah. I’m fine." she smiled and grabbed her bag again.

"I’ll take it." I took it from her hand and turned around, making a note to myself to have an eye on her.

"If it’s not the girl with the golden voice." Arthur got up and hugged Lizzie to his side, kissing her cheek "If one day you’re having enough of showing the boys who’s the best on track, you should consider becoming a singer. I would buy everything you release. Even if it’s break up songs about my brother."

"No ones breaking up with anyone!" I punched his upper arm and he chuckled.

"What are you even talking about?" Lizzie chimed in and Arthur looked at her.

"I heard you singing. It was beautiful."

"What… when… did you… ?" she stammered, blushing a little "It was not beautiful. Stop it." she walked into the hallway, slipping on her shoes "Can we leave now?"

"Yeah… sure." Arthur looked at me but I only shook my head.

"Let’s go."

I watched her laughing with Carla. Looking through some magazines, shaking her head in disbelief.

"What’s going on?" Lorenzo asked, plopping down next to me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my eyes not leaving Lizzie for a moment.

"You watch her the whole time. But not in this love sick puppy kinda way. More in a concerned kind of way? So, what’s going on?"

"We- you have to promise me that you don’t tell anyone, Enzo! Really!" I began and he nodded "We went to see Diaz a couple of days ago…"

"Diaz? The guy who tortured her for years? Tried to kill her? That Diaz?" his eyes widened and I nodded "Why? Why would you do that?"

"His doctor called Lizzie and she wanted to go. And then he began to unpack his whole doing… and what he revealed… Enzo I swear I wanted to kill him. Just crush his head into the table. End his life…" I said bitterly.

"How is she dealing with it all?"

"It’s Lizzie? I tried to talk to her. Tried to make her open up. But she shrugged me off, saying she’s fine… but she’s not. I just know it." I sighed, leaning back, right as Charlotte appeared with something to drink for us.

"I don’t want to interrupt. Here are your drinks and I’m already gone." she kissed Enzo’s cheek and left, joining Lizzie and Carla.

"Maybe you just need to show her that you’re here for her. That she can talk to you when she needs to. Don’t push her…" he suggested and I nodded slowly.

"I know… but I hate it. I hate that she always closes off like this." I groaned.

"Oh come on… you know her now for how long? Almost 20 years? You should be used to it by now." Lorenzo laughed and I threw my head back, chuckling a little.

"I should be… you’re right…"

The sun was burning down on us, Liam and Benji playing in the pool with Arthur, Carla and Daniel. Our mothers cooking dinner, Juergen, Enzo and Marcus talking about football and Sissy and Charlotte about the latest fashion trends. Lizzie was nowhere to be found and I got up from my lounger, looking for her. I found her in our bedroom, hissing in pain when she bent down, picking up her sunglasses.

"Cara mia?" I asked her and she flinched.

"Fucking hell! You scared the living shit out of me!" she chuckled a little and sat down on the bed.

"Are you okay?" I sat down next to her and she nodded.

"Yeah. Besides my almost heart attack…"

"Sorry." I kissed her temple "Did you hurt yourself?"

"No? Why?" she lied. I could hear it in her voice.

"I thought I heard you hissing in pain…"

"Umm- I stubbed my toe. But it’s okay. Nothing bad." another lie.

"Okay… are you coming out? We’re all downstairs and I was wondering where you’re at…" I decided to not push her on that matter as well. For now.

"Yeah I just wanted to grab my book." she smiled at me, getting up. But I grabbed her wrist pulling her down in my lap. Maybe I could try it now.

"Can we talk about Madrid?" I whispered, her head turning away.

"What about Madrid?" she replied.

"What Diaz said? What he revealed? We haven’t talked about it yet…" I began but she already shook her head.

"There’s nothing to talk about. He’s locked up. We walked out there, he didn’t."

"Hey…" I grabbed her chin, tilting her head towards me "There is still a lot to talk about. How do you feel? With everything he said?"

"It’s in the past. It happened. I’m over it now. No need to talk about it." she got up and left.

I sighed and followed her after a couple of minutes. Downstairs she laid on one of the sun islands, lost in her book already. I decided to jump into the pool, trying to enjoy these days with our families.

"Can we go on the boat tomorrow again? I really love being on it!" Benji asked, swimming up to me.

"Yeah sure, why not…" I said putting him on my shoulders, just as Arthur sat Liam on his ready for a little fight "Ready?"

"And I really can’t fall off?" Liam whispered and I shook my head. Every year the same question.

"Bubba I would never let you fall off!" I held my hand out to him and he took it after taking a deep breath. He sat down in front of me and I grabbed onto the handlebar of the jet ski "See? You’re caged in. Grab the handlebar as well and you won’t fall off!"

"Okay." Liam nodded and held onto the handlebar for dear life "But can we go slow first?"

"Of course. You tell me when to go faster, okay?"

He nodded again and we went off, slowly at first but soon he was laughing and urging me to go faster to hunt Arthur and Benji. The sun above was burning down and soon we saw Lizzie waving at us from the yacht and we returned.

"That was so cool! Can we do it tomorrow again?" Liam chirped when I helped him off the jet ski onto the boat where Lizzie waited.

"Bubba we’re going hiking tomorrow! There are some beautiful trails to explore and a nice beach at the end!" she said and he rolled his eyes "Hey! I saw that!"

"Why are we going hiking? I thought it’s our vacation." he mumbled walking up the stairs, still pouting.

"Are you sure we should go tomorrow?" I carefully asked Lizzie and she cocked an eyebrow.

"Why shouldn’t we?"

"You seem to be a little… I don’t know… are you okay?" I stepped onto the platform and she cocked an eyebrow.

"Why shouldn’t I be?"

I sighed, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into me. My forehead pressed against hers.

"What’s with your back?" I whispered and she tensed up "You flinch sometimes when you get up or bend down. Or grabbing slightly heavy things. I could go on…"

"It’s nothing." she replied, trying to pull away.

"No, no. You stay." I scolded "I’m just worried, okay?"

"My back is a little tense… for some time now. JK knows about it. We work on it. It’s all fine." she reassured me, sounding annoyed.

"Okay… you would tell me if it wasn’t okay?"

"I would."

I knew that she wouldn’t tell me. But for now I had to leave it be. I couldn’t put more pressure on her. Not after Madrid. Not after she hasn’t opened up about how she felt after everything Diaz revealed last week.

"Okay. Let’s go then. I’m starving." I kissed her cheek and pulled her with me up the stairs where the rest of our family was waiting.

"Is the trail suitable for… elderly people?" Arthur asked, whispering the last part.

"Hey!" our parents exclaimed all at the same time.

"Who are you calling elderly people?" Juergen looked at him.

"Unbelievable! How dare you!" Maman shook her head.

"Yeah! Respect your elders, Arthi!" Lizzie said and Juergen threw a bread roll at her.

"Food fight!" Liam chirped but I stopped his hand, already going for his plate.

"No, no, no! No food fight!" I laughed and he sighed dramatically, slumping back down in his seat.

"Boring." he grumbled and I nudged his shoulder a little.

"Come on! That food looks delicious! You want to throw that away?" I asked him.

"It would be funny… but eating it is fine too… I guess." Liam sat up and took a bit out of his bread.

"What’s now with the trail? Is it a tough one? Please not. This is our holiday, we don’t need some excessive work out sessions!" Sissy asked and Lizzie shook her head.

"It’s fine. A little rocky at some parts, busy mostly it’s even and nice to walk." she replied.

"The last time you said something would be a nice walk, we were hiking and climbing for almost 5 hours!" Arthur said and I had to laugh.

"You’re an athlete! You shouldn’t complain!"

"I’m on holiday! I deserve rest!"

"Don’t worry, Arthi, it’s fine. I promise."

"If not, I’m throwing you over board." he mumbled.

I woke up, Lizzie next to me rummaging frantically through her bag, her forehead pinched together.

"Cara mia?" I asked, looking for my phone "What are you looking for?"

"Painkiller…" she mumbled and I sat up.

"Why?"

"Headache… ughhh where are my meds?" she groaned, throwing her bag away, flinching at the loud thud it made, when it landed on the floor.

"Lay back, I get it…" I brushed her arm slightly and got up "It’s all in your cosmetic bag…"

I walked into the bathroom, looking for her bag, grabbing the painkillers and filled a glass with water.

"Here." I handed her the blister and the glass of water.

"Thank you Charlie…" she whispered and plopped two pills out of the blister, swallowing them down with some water.

"That bad?" I asked her and she snuggled back into her pillow, eyes closed, making grabby hands towards me.

"It will get better… just a little more sleep. What time is it?" she yawned, cuddling into me as soon as I laid down next to her.

"Half past five… you can sleep for a bit… I’ll wake you, don’t worry." I kissed her head and she nodded silently "But if you don’t feel better, we can stay in? We don’t have to join the others."

"And let them go alone on the hike? I would never hear the end of that! Sending them on a hike while staying back!" Lizzie murmured and I chuckled "I’ll be fine. Don’t worry. As soon as the painkillers kick in and I had a little bit more sleep…"

"Alright, cara mia, sleep now."

The headache from the morning still present, I felt the tension in my back getting worse as well, a dull pain with every step that I took made me flinch. JK and I had to work on it as soon as we were back from our holiday. I watched how the rest of our group walked ahead, the gap to us getting slightly bigger. I felt Charles eyes on me, when I sat down on a big rock.

"I need a little break." I breathed out, trying to smile.

"Are you okay?" Charles kneeled down in front of me and I nodded.

"I just need to catch my breath." I grinned and kissed him, he looked at me for a moment.

"Are you really okay?" Charles asked me and cocked an eyebrow "Or do you just want to have a quiet moment with me?"

"I’m exhausted and in pain. Okay?" I pouted and he scooted closer.

"Where does it hurt?" he whispered and I pointed at my temple and Charles immediately kissed me there "Better?"

"Mmhhh… yeah." I sighed "But it also hurts here…" I pointed at my forehead where he placed another kiss "and here…" my cheek received the next kiss "and here is the pain the worst!" I pointed at my lips and Charles grinned, before he cradled my face between his hands.

"Oh no! I can’t let you be in this much pain!" he said and looked for a second at my lips, licking his own before he leaned in, pressing his lips onto mine, sealing our lips together.

I felt like floating away. Everything around me disappeared. It was only Charles and I. How it always was supposed to be. Just his touch made me forget about my pain. I was lost in our own little bubble when someone cleared their throat and Charles pulled away from me, looking up.

"Everything alright?" the guide asked.

"What? Oh! Yeah! Sure!" Charles laughed and got up, pulling me with him "Come on."

"Alright, there it goes, our quiet moment alone together." I sighed.

"Don’t be such a drama queen." Charles chuckled, pinching my side "Keep moving! Come on now pretty girl! This hike was your idea after all!"

"Yeah yeah! I know… but believe me! It will be worth it!" I said as we caught up to our family again.

And I was right. It was worth it. The reward was a beautiful secluded beach, turquoise, crystal clear water and a dreamy beach, a large picnic already set up for us.

"Food!" Arthur, Liam and Benji almost shouted and were already gone, exploring the buffet.

"That looks amazing!" Mum said and Pascale nodded.

"That’s a good reward after that hike! We definitely need to talk about what you think is an easy trail…" she puffed out and I smiled apologetic.

"I’m sorry! It looked like an easy one!"

"Easy for you isn’t easy for us! We’re not professional athletes like you!" Mum said and I laughed.

"Noted. Next time I check if the trail is suited for elders…" I sticked my tongue out and began running away, Dad already hot on my heels.

"See what elders can do? Run, Lizzie, run!" he laughed and I pulled my shirt over my head, throwing it away, I slipped out of my shoes and pulled my shorts down, right before I ran down the shore, throwing myself into the water.

"Catch me, old man!" I yelled but he stopped at the shore, looking at me.

"Another time…" he rolled his eyes playfully and I laughed, enjoying the cool water.

"Can I come out now? I’m hungry…" I asked and he laughed.

"Get out there then."

The next days were spent at the beach, the pool of our house or on Charles yacht. I did some exercises that JK sent me for my back and the pain submerged a little, the tension stayed though.

We walked up to the yacht, the men standing around a huge package, 2 men talking to them, hands flailing around.

"What’s going on there?" Mum asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

"No idea. But whatever is in that box? It must be something fun, look at their faces." I chuckled and as soon as we entered the boat Liam and Benji came running towards us.

"Charlie ordered a slide! A huuuge slide that you can attach to the boat!" Liam almost screamed.

"So cool!" Benji added and I had to laugh,

I followed them back upstairs where Charles and the rest of our men were standing and looked at him "A slide?"

"Inflatable. Looked like a lot of fun." he shrugged his shoulders and I shook my head, laughing "You’ll see!"

"I’m not doubting it."

"I need to listen to the instructions now!" he kissed my cheeks and then turned back to the group of men.

"Boys and their toys." Pascale laughed and we went back downstairs to store away the food and beverages we bought for our little boat trip tomorrow.

After an hour I saw how the two men were leaving and went upstairs.

"Where’s the slide?" I teased a little and Charles pulled me into him.

"We can’t use it here in the harbour… besides, it’s already a little too late, no? If we want to make the reservation at the restaurant we have to leave soon, you ladies will be grumpy if you don’t have long enough time to get ready…" he chuckled and I glared at him.

"You need almost as long as I do."

"Maybe not almost… okay, okay! Yeah! You’re right."

"Thank you." I kissed his cheek and together with the rest we left the yacht, back to our house to get ready for our dinner.

Charles POV:

I watched Lizzie sleeping, her chest rising and falling with every breath she took, a soft little snore every other minute. A little frown on her face. I gently traced the lines on her forehead, easing away the frown and she turned to me, snuggling into my side, kissing my shoulder up to my cheek.

"What time is it?" she yawned and I shook my head a little.

"I don’t know? 6? 7? Too early to get up…" I whispered and she sighed a little.

"Too early to get up…" she repeated, her cold hand travelling down my chest "But maybe not too early to be up…"

I chuckled and pulled her into me, littering her neck and jaw with tiny kisses before I silenced her moan with an all consuming kiss. With one swift move I pinned her done underneath me, kissing her fiercely. Her hands travelling down my sides, fiddling with the waistband of my sweatpants.

"We have to be quiet…" I whispered against her lips and she nodded, her cheeks pink.

"Charles…" she whined and I kissed her again, shushing her.

"Behave, pretty girl." I chuckled a little, pushing myself up a little, helping her discarding my sweatpants.

As soon as the pants were gone, Lizzie began pushing down her own shorts, huffing when her slip didn’t budge.

"Impatient as ever." I whispered, tracing the lacy fabric covering her folds.

"Stop teasing and help me!" she puffed out and I pecked her lips but then obeyed.

As soon as she lay bare beneath me I looked her up and down, still mesmerised by her beauty.

"You’re perfect." I kissed my way down her neck, along her collarbone, my hands gently caressing the swell of her breasts "So beautiful."

Right when I started my journey further down her body the door slammed open, Liam running into our room. Automatically I grabbed the sheets pulling them above me and Lizzie, before I rolled off of her, sitting up next to her.

"Can we do the slide today?" Liam chirped running past mine and Lizzie’s discarded clothes scattered across the floor.

"Umm- yeah… sure… but isn’t it a bit early?" I said nervously.

"Liam!" Sissy grabbed him, her look trained to the floor "Sorry. Sorry. Sorry." she ran out the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

I turned, looking at Lizzie. Pure horror, shock and embarrassment on her red face. Eyes wide.

"Cara mia?" I asked, cupping her cheek.

"The door was unlocked?" she whispered, shaking her head.

"I didn’t lock it when we went to bed last night? Did you? No… so of course it was unlocked." I said and she sat up abruptly.

"This…" her hands flying between us "This will never happen again during this trip." she grabbed the sheets and wrapped it around her, getting up.

"Oh come on!" I laughed, falling back into the pillows, watching her making her way into the bathroom.

"Nope."

"Then I’m glad that this trip is over in 3 days!"

"Road trip! Road trip! Road trip!" Liam chanted excitedly when Daniel strapped him into the car seat and I had to laugh "Just in the wrong car."

"Ouch… thanks." Daniel said and Liam shook his head.

"I just love Charlie’s Pista." he said quickly but Daniel chuckled.

"It’s all good, little man. I can show you that I can drive just as fast as Charlie in his Pista." he stated and Sissy rolled her eyes.

"Boys! This is not a race!" she scolded us and Lizzie nodded.

"Exactly, because how could you call it a race when the best driver out of us 3 is not racing." she wiggled her eyebrows and her sister groaned.

"There are too many racing drivers in this family!" she mumbled and Daniel pulled her into his side.

"And your kiddo is on his way to become one too…" he joked but Liam clapped excitedly.

"Yep! I’m the next Doetterer to win a race! And then the world championship!" Liam said proudly.

"Yes you are, Bubba!" I gave him a high 5 and he smiled at me.

When we got in the car, Lizzie took her phone out and began typing away.

"How is Andrea?" I asked and she smiled.

"She’s good, she’s a little annoyed that they have to do this trip now, her due date is in 2 weeks and she wanted to stay at home, but Simon’s family practically insisted on seeing them before the baby arrives… so yeah. I’m kinda happy tho… so I can see her and Debbie. It’s been a long time."

"I’m sorry that you don’t see them as much as you want to, since you’re living in Monaco…"

"It was my choice to move, don’t apologise. And it’s okay. We FaceTime a lot, the same goes for Julia and Alex. It’s just hard to see them grow up like this… whenever I see them it’s almost like they grew another 10 centimetre. Or can talk now. Have their first teeth… it was the same with Benji, when Marcus and Lisa moved away…" she said, looking out the window.

"I know how hard it was for you. You were already gone a lot and then at home you almost never had the time to go and see Benji…" I took her hand and interlaced our fingers.

"I wish they would all move to Monaco…" she sighed and I nodded.

"That would be amazing. But then again, I just know how much you love Germany. Home. Your house! You would be the first to protest if your parents would decide to sell the house!" I laughed and she nodded after a while.

"We moved in there when I was 5? It’s the only home that I know… all the renovations over the years. How Mum decided one day she wants an open floor plan, just like she had seen it in the shows in HGTV and dad had to tear down the wall between kitchen and living room. Or when Marcus moved out! The chain reaction that followed which made us all somehow switch rooms, just not Sissy! Or when Dad and I began with the loft above the garage!" Lizzie leaned her head back, reminiscing.

"My favourite project was the pool. The whole backyard in general. And it was a good work out." I said and she laughed.

"That summer my crush on you went through the roof!"

"What?" I turned my head a little, looking at her.

"You were all sweaty, hair messy and then you took off your shirt and I was done for." she giggled a little and I pulled her hand to my lips, kissing the back of it.

"I wasn’t looking very impressive, tho."

"My 15 year old self thought differently." she shrugged her shoulders and I laughed.

"Funny, that summer was the first time that I said it out loud that I’m in love with you…" I said after a while and she blushed adorably.

"Why?"

"You wore that white dress, it was super flowy and cute and you just looked amazing… we went to that little summer festival and on the way back it began to rain but instead of running away, looking for a cover, you began to dance in the rain, to a melody only you could hear… you looked so beautiful. And then I said it out loud 'God I’m so in love with you'… Daniel clapped me on the back and said that it’s good that I finally admitted it, now I just had to tell you… and it took me almost 10 years to finally confess my feelings…"

"We were both pretty oblivious and stupid." she sighed and I nodded.

"True… but we’re all good now. You and I. We’re buying our own place together. All's well that ends well to end up with you."

"Oh stop!" she chuckled.

Andrea, Simon and Debbie joined us for dinner and right after that Simon and I left with Liam, who stayed with us for the day, and Debbie to the park right across the street, so that the two girls could a little. After a while of playing football in the sun I had to use the bathroom and returned back, Lizzie said she would go and look after Simon and the kids and if they maybe were down for an ice cream. When I left the bathroom, Andrea stood at the counter, holding her belly.

"Oh…" she breathed out and I looked at her.

"Are you okay?"

"Umm… I- I don’t know. I mean yeah sure, I’m okay… can you get Simon, please?" she said nervously and I nodded.

"Here, sit down and… wait, I’ll be back in a moment!" I helped her sit down and then already ran down the stairs, across the street where Simon, Lizzie, Debbie and Liam were playing football.

"Charles?" Lizzie spotted me first and Simon turned around.

"Andrea, she- she needs you!" I said and Simeon made big eyes "Oh! Wait! It’s nothing bad! She said she’s okay, she just asked for you! Sorry!"

"Oh, okay!" he picked up Debbie and we walked back "Maybe she was right… coming here wasn’t the best idea."

"Yeah, probably. But it’s like this now." Lizzie patted his arm and then looked at me annoyed "I hate it."

"Stop grumbling. Come on now!" I pulled her and Liam with me.

Back in the flat Simon hurried to his pregnant girlfriend who was slightly sweaty.

"Are you okay?" he kneeled down in front of her.

"NO! Coming here was a bad idea!" Andrea whisper shouted "Your son decided to come. Now. Get me to the hospital! Now!"

"Oh… umm okay! Yes!" Simon stood up looking at Debbie.

"We take care of her. You go." Lizzie said, taking Debbie from his arms. "Go!"

"Take care and don’t forget to call when you need anything!" I said and they both kissed Debbie’s cheeks.

"Behave and be a good girl!" Andrea said.

"Thank you guys!" Simon grabbed Andrea’s bag and they already left through the door.

Liam and Debbie looking at us with big eyes. We decided to calm them down a little, Lizzie asked if they wanted some fruit and they both nodded.

I sat down with the kids at the coffee table and we were drawing some pictures, doing little puzzle when I watched Lizzie cutting some fruits in small chunks, phone between her shoulder and head.

"Is Mami okay?" Debbie asked and I nodded.

"Of course, she’s just umm… she’s getting your baby brother, you know? And tomorrow you’re a big sister!" I said and she nodded.

"How did he get in there?"

I froze. Looking at her. My mind reeling.

"How does a baby get in mums belly?" she asked curiously, Liam next to her looking at me expectantly.

"When- umm when two people love each other really much, then… then a baby begins to grow…" I stuttered, looking for Lizzie, who was still on the phone with Simon.

"So, does Lizzie also have a baby? In her belly?" Liam asked right as Lizzie ended the phone call, taking the plate and entering the living room.

"Lizzie… help me!" I scrambled off the sofa, looking at her desperately.

"What’s happening?" she asked, setting down the plate.

"I asked Charlie how my baby brother got into Mami’s belly." Debbie snatched a melon chunk from the plate, looking at Lizzie.

"And what did Charlie say?" she turned to me, smirking.

"He said that when two people love each other a baby will grow." Liam stuffed another apple slice into his mouth not really caring about the conversation.

"What?" Lizzie’s eyes widened.

"Do you have a baby in your belly, Lizzie?" Debbie asked and I looked apologetically at Lizzie.

"Umm-… no, I don’t… it’s umm-… it’s a little more complex than that…" she stammered, when my phone vibrated.

"I have to take this!" I said, taking my phone out walking backwards, while Lizzie glared at me "I’ll be back!" I turned around and left the room "You saved me!"

"Okay? You welcome, I guess?" Andrea said at the other end of the line.

"The kids wanted to know where babies are coming from…" I sighed and he laughed.

"And what did you say?"

"That when two people love each other really much a baby will grow…" I mumbled and Andrea lost it "And then I left, after they asked Lizzie if she has a baby in her belly… she’ll kill me. I could see it in her eyes."

"Oh she definitely will kill you."

After Liam was picked up by Sissy and we visited Andrea and her newborn baby boy in the hospital, dropping off Debbie, we came back to our apartment, getting bed ready.

"Did you ever thought about it?" I asked her and she looked up from her book "About us having kids?"

"Where’s that coming from?" she replied, looking at me curiously.

"I mean after this whole 'where do babys come from?' and after Liam asked if you had a baby in your belly? I don’t know, I kinda imagined you with a baby belly…" I said and she closed her book, sitting up.

"Are you surprised he asked that? 'When two people really love each other a baby grows'? Like it’s a plant?" Lizzie chuckled and I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Yeah, like a plant! That’s not even the worst comparison…" I answered, trying to sound serious, but failed miserably.

"You’re a dork! You’ll be my plant daddy then or what?" she laughed and I nudged her shoulder.

"Oh come on! I’m serious! Did you ever think about it?" I asked her again, a little excitement in my voice. Something Lizzie caught immediately.

"I never thought actively about it? Like I mean I know that I want kids one day and obviously I want them with you…" she looked at me, her big blue eyes sparkling.

"Good. That’s good to know!" I replied and leaned back against the headboard.

"Yeah?" she asked and snuggled into my side.

"A beautiful little baby girl, looking just like her mum? I would be the happiest guy on earth… I mean I am already… so probably I’d be the happiest guy in the universe…" I whispered and kissed the crown of her head.

"And then I want a little baby boy looking just like his handsome dad… with his beautiful eyes, gorgeous smile and charming dimples…" she sighed and I couldn’t stop smiling, thinking about a future with two beautiful kids and my beautiful Lizzie.

"Sounds perfect to me. Paradise on earth."

"Call me as soon as you arrive!" Charles hugged me close and I nodded.

"I will!" I kissed his cheek and he opened my door for me.

"And please drive carefully!" he whispered against my lips, before he pressed a soft kiss on them.

"You know me." I chuckled, getting in the drivers seat.

"Exactly my point!" he closed the door "You just have to wait for a week and then you can race again, so please, cara mia."

"I promise I will drive safe and I won’t speed too much." I reassured him and he leaned in, kissing my cheek.

"I see you in Zandvoort?"

"Yup." I put my seatbelt on and started the engine "And please go and see a doc because of your ear."

"Yeah yeah." he sighed and stepped back a little.

"I’m serious!" I chided and he nodded.

"I promise! Now go! I love you."

"I love you too." I smiled at him and drove off, straight to Neuburg, preparing for the second half of the season.

The streets were quite empty and I made the whole trip in less than 6.5 hours. I parked the car and got outside, seeing that Julie was already waiting for me.

"Welcome back. I have good news and bad news and I’m sorry, but they can’t wait." she greeted me and I chuckled, hugging her.

"Let’s start with the bad news, shall we." I said as we walked in and she sighed a little.

"Netflix wants to start filming as soon as possible. They want to talk to you if you would be down for an exclusive interview about everything that has happened… with Diaz." she almost whispered the last part.

"Okay, what’s the good news?" I asked.

"They want to give you more episodes. They want to film for a little longer. They want to make it 8 one hour long episodes, airing in summer 2024."

"That’s good news?" I cocked an eyebrow and she nodded.

"It is. Rita will make a good deal out of it!"

"I don’t know, I can’t decide that yet." I said when Pete walked through a door "For now I need to focus on racing."

"If it’s not my superstar!" he said and I laughed.

"Who?"

"Oh stop! Come on! We have some nice little upgrades we want to show you!"

As soon as we walked through the door it all began. Racing was back.

"Joris is driving." Charles said and I nodded.

"That’s good, so you can relax a little at least. Sleep. I’m glad that you listen to your doc." I yawned a little.

"You should sleep as well." he smiled and I nodded.

"Yeah, I will. As soon as we’re up there I’ll try my best."

"Good! I see you then tomorrow morning."

"Yep. Safe drive. Take care boys!"

"You too."

As soon as I hung up I leaned back down into the pillows. Eyes heavy. The last 3 days was constantly smiling for sponsors, driving in the simulator and working out with JK. Now I was drained. I just wanted to get some hours of sleep. Recharge the batteries a little before I would head to Zandvoort.

"Lizzie? Come on now, get up! The jet is ready!" I woke up to JK throwing clothes at me "Dress up. In 5 minutes at the car, come on now!" he grabbed my suitcase and bag and left.

I wasn’t even fully awake when I scrambled out of bed, throwing the hoodie and leggings over. Slipping into my shoes and throwing all of my belongings into my backpack, then I hastily left the room, following JK downstairs. A black SUV already waiting for us.

"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" I practically jumped into the SUV and JK chuckled.

"It’s alright kiddo." he replied as the car brought us to the airport.

An hour later the jet was getting up in the air and I tried to relax into the seat. Not having Charles next to me made it harder, but it was okay.

"What do you think is possible this weekend?" JK asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

"The set up looks not too bad. I like the track, so let’s see. I think it will be a good weekend for us."

Good weekend my ass. Media day was more questions about the paparazzi pictures of Charles and me during our holiday. The bad first half of the season, which wasn’t that bad in my eyes, but of course the media liked to exaggerate. Friday wasn’t better, the car had some issues. And I had to abort FP2 after 20 minutes. But to top it all off, something was going on with Charles. Since he arrived something was bothering him, I just had no idea what. Whenever I asked him, he just shrugged and said he was fine, nothing was wrong. When I asked Joris he couldn’t help as well, saying that he was like this since he arrived in Maranello 2 days ago.

I thought a work out session with JK would help to clear my mind. My muscles were sore and I was exhausted, sweat dripping down my skin, when JK finally clapped.

"Alright. We’re good for now." he said and I groaned, getting up slowly.

"Fuck… what did you do to me?" I hissed when I stretched.

"That wasn’t me. That was your body." he stated and patted the massage table "Right side, please."

I laid down on the right side, wiping my face with a towel.

"Alright, let’s have a look…" JK mumbled more to himself, stroking my spine up and down, moving my hips and legs around. It felt bad. Not as bad as a couple of weeks ago. But still not great "It’s a little like something is blocking your spine… there is this tension again… on your stomach, you got yourself a massage."

"Yay!" I puffed out when I turned on the front, folding my arms and laying my head on them "We love massages!"

"I know, I know." he chuckled and got to work his magic "So, what’s going on with Mr. Monaco? He’s a little anxious?"

"Thank you! I’m not the only one who sees it then!" I said biting my tongue when JK kneaded a really tense part out of back.

"He seems to be a little nervous? Flimsy? And yeah a little anxious… like you before the summer break…"

"Very funny." I rolled my eyes "Something happened in Maranello, something he doesn’t want to talk about."

"Just give him a little space. You two are really similar when it comes to things like this… don’t push him."

"Yeah… maybe you’re right."

The weekend was one to forget for Charles, with him retiring in the 41st lap and myself only making it onto P7. When I walked into the media pen I saw how Charles stood there, shoulders slumped, head hung low. He was asked a lot about next week’s race in Monza and if Ferrari would announce there his contract renewal, but the look on his face spoke volumes. He tried to nudge the topic by saying for now his focus was to figure out what went wrong this weekend before he would think about next weeks’s race and as soon as he left the media pen and looked at me I knew that something with his contract was what was bothering him.

Back in the hotel after eating and taking a shower I snuggled into the sheets, waiting for Charles to return. I must’ve fell asleep because when I opened my eyes he was already laying next to me, his back turned to me.

"What’s bothering you?" I decided to ask when I felt him stir restlessly through the bed for the past 10 minutes.

"Nothing." he mumbled and I sighed, switching the light on "Lizzie, I’m fine. Go back to sleep."

"Not until you tell me what’s on your mind… and don’t say nothing! Since you’re back from Maranello I can tell that something’s going on!" I sat up, looking at his back "Come on now… I can see that something’s wrong. Can you please just tell me? Don’t shut me out, Charles…"

"That’s rich coming from you." he scoffed.

"What’s that supposed to mean?"

"We haven’t talked about how you felt after seeing Diaz. I tried to, but you didn’t want to. No matter what I was trying. You didn’t want to open up. You said no and that’s the end of the story. But now I don’t want to talk about what’s bothering me and you want to push me into talking…" Charles looked at me for a while but I didn’t reply "That’s what I thought. This is not a one way street. If I have to open up, you have to too."

I looked at him for a while and he sighed, lying back down, closing his eyes.

"I don’t want to talk about Diaz because I want to get over it. I want to forget it. Once and for all. Everything that has happened to me, I already talked about it with my therapist. You. My family. Friends. Yeah sure, some things were scary… that he was a part of my life, our life, for so long… I didn’t expect that. But it didn’t change anything. The things that happened to me? They already happened. It didn’t change anything. I only know now why they happened… but the problems themselves? I worked through them. I’m over them. Or as good as… I don’t want to be constantly reminded about the past. I’m better now. I’m healed… I think parts of me will never heal fully, but according to Dr. Lindner, with who I had 3 online sessions with in the last 3 weeks by the way, I will learn to live with that. I’m fine. I really am. He was on my mind a lot, I’m not gonna lie. But he’s not anymore. I’m free. It’s over." I was looking in my lap the whole time and flinched a little when Charles tilted my head up, making me look at him.

"You talked to Dr. Lindner?" he asked.

"Yeah… I knew I had to talk about it… but I just didn’t know how? And what I was supposed to feel? Because honestly? I felt free after Madrid? Like a weight was lifted off my shoulders and it was confusing… so I wanted to check in first with him, if I was just slowly losing my mind or something… but he reassured me that everything was fine…" I said.

"Are you sure? It’s just… god Lizzie you’ve said so often that you’re fine and over stuff in the past while you were not? I just want to make sure that you’re really fine? And if not, that’s okay too, because someone really wise once told me it’s okay to be not okay…" he smiled a little and I had to chuckle.

"Sounds like a great person."

"The best there is…" he kissed my cheek "Thank you… for opening up…"

"I don’t even know why I didn’t just say this all when you asked me the first time or second time… or whatever time…" I shrugged my shoulders a little.

"Because you were stubborn and I pushed you…" Charles replied, shaking his head a little "That’s how we are sometimes…"

"Yeah… we’re exhausting!" I laughed and he nodded.

"Maybe, but I wouldn’t want to have it any other way, because I know that at the end of the day, we’re having each other’s back, no matter what. That’s a good thing!"

I took his hand and interlaced our fingers, looking at him for a moment, contemplating my words.

"Will you tell me now what happened in Maranello?" I asked after a while and he took a deep breath.

"We had a sponsor event at the factory… one of the sponsors asked about my contractual situation." Charles said quietly and I looked up at him.

"And?"

"Well yeah I told him that for now I don’t know what happens after 2024… that there weren’t any talks yet and the look on his face? He was really surprised. He said that he thought that he heard how there were talks about the contract negotiations already. I said not with me and then he looked at Carlos…" he said and I felt how anxiety ridden he was "What if Mattia started the contract negotiations with Carlos already? What if they want to keep him but not me?"

"Hey! Stop that bullshit!" I cupped his cheeks and looked at him determined "YOU are Il predestinato! YOU are one of the Tifosi! YOU are the Prince of Ferrari! It’s YOU who the Tifosi believe in! If Mattia really goes along with that? The Tifosi will rebel! Fred will rebel! I will!"

"I know that you would fight them all for me. But if they really don’t believe in me anymore? I can’t change their minds then…"

"You have to show them again who you are. Show them who was vice world champion last year, show them who the better driver is. And I know for a fact that it’s not the other guy…" I encouraged him and after a while he sighed, pulling me closer into him again.

"What would I do without you?" he whispered against my head.

"You might sink and drown and die."

"That was a Taylor reference!"

"You’re so gorgeous, my little Swiftie boyfriend."

Chapter 38 - Just a little fluffy chapter ♥️🥰 happy Easter everyone! Next week we’re heading to Monza 👀 and boy oh boy…

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[lemmetreatya]

photographer!jotaro whos used to taking photos of industry professionals, actors, singers, nepo babies — the lot! it’s almost second nature to him.

there’s never a doubt of how to do his work because the lens photographer!jotaro sees people through is contrary to how his eyes do. photographer!jotaro finds everyone fickle; it’s the camera he has to give credit due when given accolade.

but when you, his personal muse, tells him that maybe he should try being on the other end of the lens in order to broaden his view of photography, he gets defensive, almost grumpy about the suggestion.

“dont piss me off.” he mumbles at the computer screen, albeit with no bite to it.

you playfully huff because you know photographer!jotaro well enough by now to know he wasnt angry at you. with a hand that aimlessly plays with the hairs on his neck, you pout down at him as he does his work.

“but i’m being for reeeeal. you gotta try it so that you have something over other photographers. have the experience of being a subject.”

photographer!jotaro moves his chair back so that he can retrieve a file from underneath his desk. an implicit notion for you to unhand him and dead the topic.

“i already have something over them and that’s my skill. i dont need to be on the other end to get more of it.”

rolling your eyes, you move away from the man. if it was one thing that frizzled you about photographer!jotaro was his lack of inquisitive spirit.

“jotaro, why should i let myself be your muse if you cant even be one for yourself? honestly, if you dont wanna take pictures for you at least do it for me.”

there’s a whine in your voice but photographer!jotaro knows you’re being serious. hes had a taste of your wrath before and he wasn’t a fan of it. still, photographer!jotaro was a man of peace before he was a man of resilience. maybe if this was back when he was much younger, he would have shrugged you off and told you to get on with your day. but photographer!jotaro’s tasted a bit of life and you’re one of the only sweet things in it. he’d be an idiot to throw it away because of pride.

reluctantly, photographer!jotaro lets you pick a location for the shoot but he’s already regretting giving you the reigns on such a delicate art process. of course you’re picking your bedroom with low lighting and neon lights.

“jotaro, you’ve got to at least look relax! right now you just look constipated.”

photographer!jotaros struggling to relax because you’re pointing the lens right at him but he tries his best to adhere. however, no matter what way he turns, twists and folds, you’re seemingly unimpressed with his form. leaving the camera on its tripod, you crawl up your bed

“you’ve gotta…” you huff as you move his limbs around for him, quickly removing his signature hat from his head. “seem like you want to be here. act like you’re lazy or something i dunno…”

photographer!jotaro grunts as you alter his look but he doesn’t protest much. hes more enamoured by the sweet smell of your perfume that infiltrates his nose and the warm heat from your body that flushes onto his. automatically his hands have rested on your waist and suddenly photographer!jotaro is very aware hes got you ontop of him in your bed.

you dont even realise photographer!jotaro‘s advances until hes flipped you onto your back and begun leaving damp kisses up the side of your neck.

(un)surprisingly, you have no qualms about the situation yourself as you’re mewling for the man to do more, touch more

photographer!jotaro ends up slow fucking you into the plush of your bed, his strokes long and languid as he never fails to leave you full of him.

“j-jojo…” your arms encase around his large frame and so do your legs. everything about him is all just so big. “the…shoot…”

“dont care.” he grumbles into the blunt of your ear shell, his teeth biting at the soft bone.

your moans call upwards between the four walls of your bedroom, the sounds mesmerising to photographer!jotaro as he hilts his cock deep inside you. he wasnt much of a loud guy, bar for his soppy pants of your name, but his hand never failed to find your as he entwined them both.

photographer!jotaro pulls out with enough time to spare. hes a careful man nowadays — learnt from a lot of prior experiences — but he doesn’t fail to keep your lips connected as he fucks his cock in the fist of his hand and over your stomachs with a solid grunt.

although photographer!jotaro knows that you’re still yet to reach a high and so he brings his fingers down to pet and rub at your clit. he swallows your every mewl and worships you with “well dones” once he feels you clench and pulse over his pads.

no pictures of any kind were taken that day, but photographer!jotaro knows its a memory he’ll forever keep with him.

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[footprintsinthesxnd]

Young Love and Old Money

Summary: this series follows the story of Lewis Nixon and Josephine Wills and their trials, tribulation and love throughout WW2, including stories of their friends in between. Warnings: sexual images at the start, swearing, minor mentions of wounds, Julian and George being adorable.

Masterlist

Welcome to Hell - December 1944

His lips trailed feather-like kisses down her neck, trailing between the valley of her breast and down her stomach. Hot breath mingled between their lips as he kissed her passionately, his fingers digging into her hip bones.

“Lewis…please,” Josie's voice was hoarse and came out barely above a whisper but Lewis heard every word.

“Use your words my Darling. Tell me what you want,” Lewis growled, he could feel himself growing impatient and the urge to ravage his wife grew stronger by the minute. It had been months since they lay together and despite Lewis enjoying Josie’s company in the daytime, he couldn’t help the jealousy growing within him as he watched her laughing with Webster and Luz. As soon as he managed to drag her away from them and back to his own room, well the room he shared with Dick but Dick knew better than to come back to his room tonight.

“You’ve been teasing me all day Darlin’, how do you expect me to control myself,” he’d whined when he finally kissed his wife, tugging her lip between his teeth teasingly.

“Well Lewis, I’m sure you’ll find a way to reward yourself for such restraint,” Josie laughed, trailing her fingers across his shoulders, tugging at the lapel of his jacket.

“Oh, I’m sure I will.”

“Lew? Lew, come on. You’ve got to get up. Elements of the first and sixth Panzer Divisions have broken through in the Ardennes forest. We’re moving out in an hour. Come on Nix, get up!” Dick demanded, shoving Lewis causing him to nearly topple out of the bed.

“Jesus Christ Dick! What’s a man gotta do to get some sleep around here?”

“Not be in the 101st Airborne apparently,” Dick joked, throwing Lewis’ ODs at him. “Hurry up Lew.”

Lewis stomped out of his room, trailing after Dick at an increasingly slow pace, his jump boots scuffing at the tarmac as he dragged his way towards the jeep.

“This is bullshit. Why does everything seem to become the issue of the 101st? You’d think we were the only damn battalion in the whole ETO,” Lewis grumbled, glaring at Dick who sat with an amused smile on his lips.

“I don’t know what you’re so chirpy about. It’s not like we’re going on vacation.”

“No. I just find it humorous watching you complain.” Dick groaned slightly as Lewis thrust his elbow into his friend's stomach.

“You just keep laughing, Winters.”

“Nixon, may I have a word?” The matron's stern voice caused Josie to turn hastily, hurrying over in her direction.

“Yes Matron,” Josie resisted the urge to salute her, despite neither of them being in the army the Mateon ruled with an iron fist and reminded Josie of how Lewis had described Captain Sobel.

“I need to send some nurses to help at a field hospital in Bastogne, Belgium. Unfortunately, I can’t spare any nurses so I thought I could send some VADs instead. Would you be interested?”

Josie nodded and accepted the Matron's offer, not that the Matron showed any kind of enthusiasm towards the situation.

“Good, you’ll be leaving the hospital tomorrow morning. Be ready to leave at 0700 sharp.”

“George, do ya think you could keep it down? Some of us are trying to get some Goddamn sleep,” Bill's voice squawked from his foxhole causing George to laugh louder.

“For fuck sake!” Bill continued to grumble but George couldn’t contain his laughter, burying his head into Julian’s neck who was spluttering, trying to contain his own giggle.

The loud crouching of boots approaching from behind them caused the pair to pull away, Julian frantically trying to straighten his jacket where George had shimmied his hands inside to keep warm.

“Captain Nixon, Sir,” they both saluted the captain but Lewis just watched them with a bemused grin. The pair sorely saluted him, managing to get away with it as Josie’s close friends so this behaviour was unusual for them.

“Why do I get the feeling that you two are up to something?” Lewis asked, sliding down opposite them in the foxhole. “You look suspicious.”

“What? Us?”

“No!”

“We’re not..”

“I mean..”

“Guys, relax. I’m just messing with you. It’s okay I know about you anyway.” Lewis relaxed, leaning his head back against the cold, icy ground.

The pair opposite him looked confused, George’s chin chattered as he went to speak. “What do you know?”

Julian’s eyes were wide and he resembled Lewis’ dog when she thought she was in trouble for something. Although most of the time Lewis never punished her for anything, he had been besotted with that dog.

“You know? I know… about you two. Josie told me everything. It’s fine,” Lewis smiled at them reassuringly but his confession did nothing to lessen their nerves.

“You know everything? But you know it’s illegal right?” George asked, leaning forward as if Lewis couldn’t hear what they were trying to tell him. “We could be shot!”

Lewis had never seen George Luz so serious and it broke his heart to realise just how worried the pair were about him finding out the truth.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Alright. I swear I won’t say a word. I’m happy for you both, I really am. You mean a lot to Josie, which means you also mean a lot to me too.” Lewis looked at the pair sincerely, reaching his hand forward to shake both their hands, cold fingers brushing against each other in a shaky handshake.

“She did what?” Julian’s face was panicked, he looked at George worriedly, resisting the urge to grab his hand.

“It’s alright. My lips are sealed,” Lewis assured them and felt as much relief as they did when the pair visibly relaxed against each other once more.

“Thank you, Captain Nixon,” Julian spoke up, his pink nose peeking out from beneath the scratchy, brown blanket he was wrapped in.

“Call me Lewis, you’re family after all.”

“I can’t believe she told him,” Julian sighed, tears bubbling in the corners of his eyes ready to overflow. “I trusted her.”

“Hey. Hey. Hey. Don’t cry, okay? We’ll be alright. Captain Nixon is a friend after all. I’m sure it will be okay,” George tried to comfort him, pulling Julian close into his chest and wrapping them both up in the blanket.

“But what if it’s not?” Julian whimpered, his face buried further into George’s neck.

“Well, I’m not going anywhere. Okay? You’re stuck with me.”

Lewis’ numb feet ached as his feet connected with the frozen ground, his legs swinging in long strides as he hurried towards the aid station. Ever since he’d received Josie’s letter informing him of her move to Bastogne he’d been desperate to see her, desperate to hold her, to kiss her.

He passed two wounded soldiers by the front door, one had his arm wrapped in some dirty, grey cloth while the other had an aid kit bandage wrapped around his head. Lewis' feet echoed on the cobbled, stone floor as he marched through the church, his eyes scanning the sea of bodies for any sign of his wife.

“Lewis?” A voice called from behind him. “Lewis, are you hurt? What are you doing here?”

Josie hurried towards him, flinging her arms around his neck. “Josie,” he whispered into her hair, his arms finding their home around her waist, pulling her body flush to his. “God, I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. What are you doing here, Lew?” Josie asked, running her fingers through her husband's dishevelled brown locks as she looked up at him worriedly.

“I came to see you. As soon as I got your letter I had to know you were okay.” Lewis admitted, feeling a little pathetic but also no longer caring, as long as his wife was safe that’s all that mattered.

Shouts from behind them caused the couples to pull apart and Josie hurried towards Eugene who was bringing in another wounded soldier.

“Lewis, I have to go but if you’re still here later then we can talk some more.”

Lewis felt lost as his wife slipped from his arms and ran over to the medic who was already reeling off the man’s condition. Lewis felt out of place here, he was of no use in a hospital but watching as his wife hurriedly applied a bandage he knew that Josie was where she belonged

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[aristrocrat]

Upside Down Feelings 2

Chapter 6: The Spy

summary: Y/N and Steve get roped into Dustin's search and destroy mission. Steve reveals more about their past than ever before.

word count: 6000+

tw: a deep wound, sexually suggestive language

You placed your headphones on your head and listened to one of the mixtapes you’d stolen from your boyfriend, watching as the autumn sun illuminated the trees with a golden hue. You felt like you’d swallowed a brick, guilt now weighing heavy in your chest and stomach. You knew he was choosing his outfit for the performance right about now. You knew some of his bandmates must’ve been sitting around in the living room, talking and loosely warming up their fingers on their instruments. Yeah, there were several hours until the performance, but something about the way Dustin nervously chewed at his fingernails gave you a bad feeling about where the night would lead. Something told you that it wouldn't be the concert.

And that killed you.

“Jesus, I can practically hear you pouting from up here, Henderson!” Steve grumbled. “I should’ve just dropped you off.”

“And let you rub off on my brother? Yeah, right. I think not,” You scoffed. 

Dustin looked over with wide eyes, sensing the awkward tension between the two high schoolers beside him. The entire ride has either been filled with either bickering or awkward silence. It was almost comical to watch it all unfold to Queen’s The Works album. The last thing he expected from his day was watching you two idiots argue as Hammer To Fall played in the background.

“Isn’t this song about a nuclear war?” He asked Steve, trying to lighten the mood.

“Kinda,” You both responded before giving each other glances of utter annoyance.

“It’s about the inevitability of death,” Steve explained.

“Excellent song choice, seeing as we might be walking into a death trap,” You muttered.

Dustin eyed the two of you; it was eery just how much you both had in common. You both spoke with your hands and ran them through your hair when you got frustrated. It was almost like he was watching a glitch in the matrix as you both huffed and continued to drum passive aggressively with your thumbs.

“Do you have something to say about everything I do?” He groaned.

“Yes. Because everything you do is stupid.”

“Oh, everything I do is stupid?” He scoffed. “I’m not the one who tried to toss myself out of the damn car!”

You both had similar tastes in music. You practically had the same sense of humor. Same argumentative nature. The same sense of responsibility. You were two of the most courageous and selfless people he knew, and yet-

“You basically kidnapped me!”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me right now,” He scoffed. “This is a joke, right? You don’t actually think I-“

“There’s nothing funny about kidnapping someone,” You grumbled.

“I DID NOT KIDNAP YOU!” He shouted over you. 

Dustin stifled a laugh.

“What?” You both snapped.

“Nothing. It’s just…” Dustin snorted, earning both of your gazes. He looked at Steve. “Let me guess. She threatened to open her car door because you wouldn’t do what she said? Yeah, she used to do that with my mom until we figured out that it was a big bluff.”

“No one asked for your input,” You reached up and slapped your brother’s arm, making him giggle.

“I’m asking!” Steve smiled. “I’d like to know more about-“

“Let’s get back to the task at hand, yeah?” You leaned forward, blocking Steve’s sight of your brother with the back of your head. “How big was this reptile thing?”

“It’s not a reptile! First it was like that,” Dustin held it thumb and index finger two inches apart before holding his hands two feet apart. “Now he’s like this.”

“I swear to God, man, it’s just some little lizard, okay?”

“It’s not a lizard.”

“How do you know?” Steve asked.

“How do I know if it’s not a lizard?”

“Yeah, how do you know it’s not just a lizard?!” 

“Because his face opened up and he ate my cat!” 

“… He ate Mews?” You muttered before falling silent. Dustin turned to you with an apologetic gaze, worried about your fist landing a blow on his arm again. You blinked before simply sitting back in your seat again and putting your headphones on again.

Nothing to say? Steve thought. That's a first.

“What’s her problem?” Steve furrowed his brows with concern, taken aback at your sudden change in demeanor. “It’s just a cat, right?”

“No, uh- It was Dad’s cat,” The boy muttered, reluctantly looking away from you. “After he found out he only had a few weeks left to live, he rescued Mews from the pound. She was next in line to be put down. He couldn’t save his own life so..”

He saved hers.

Steve’s lips part as he looked over at the boy to his right. Dustin pursed his lips and sighed. Steve’s eyes drifted to his rearview mirror just in time to watch you wipe away a stray tear. You both wore an expression of guilt and sorrow.

He’d almost forgotten about the fact that he watched everything unfold before his very eyes during the summer he had befriended you in middle school- the summer of your first kiss. Your stepfather got the diagnosis at the beginning of May. He passed away in late July. The funeral was held in early August.

And Steve held your hand through it all.

Then suddenly and without explanation, you acted as if you’d never been friends at all. You stopped answering his calls. You’d walked the other way if you saw him in the halls.

You’d told him your friendship and budding romance was only a summer fling. Once school started, you’d go back to being ‘a nerdy nobody’ and he could go back to being ‘Hawkins’ it boy’. Your words, not his. He, of course, shook on it. But he never expected you to actually follow through with it. Especially not after the summer you’d shared.

He never fully understood why you pushed him away until much later in life when he got with Nancy. She drunkenly let it slip that your stance on falling in love stumped her. She could never understand swearing off of relationships and love. She quickly justified it by saying that she also didn’t understand how much pain you’d endured. 

It’d be presumptuous of him to think you ever loved him, but he knew that you backed out before you ever got the chance to. And he didn’t blame you. 

Those teary eyes and pouty lips that decorated your soft features at that moment said it all: you were still far too hurt to deal with another heartache. Even still.

Yet here he was behaving like a Grade A asshole towards you, acting as if he wasn’t the one that caught you when you crumbled into a pile of sobs and tears that summer. 

To say that he felt awful would be the understatement of the century.

———

“I don’t hear shit,” Steve finally spoke up. You both stood above the storm cellar with your bats, ready to combat anything that might try to jump out.

“He’s in there,” Dustin reassured.

Steve hesitantly poked his bat against the metal doors. He continued to pat gently, as if not to poke the bear. You rolled your eyes at his pathetic taps.

“For Christ’s sake,” You muttered before banging your bat with force against the doors.

Nothing.

“Alright, listen, kid. I swear, if this is some sort of Halloween prank,” Steve warned, flashing the light onto your brother’s face. You chuckled and shook your head. “You’re dead.”

“It’s not.”

“Alright?!”

“It’s not a prank!” Dustin breathed as you grabbed your key and began to unlock the doors.

“Woah- Hey, what are you doing?” Steve turned around at the sound of metal clinking.

“The fuck does it look like I’m doing, Harrington?” You sighed, using your key to unlock the chain that surrounded the handles. “We’re going in. Dustin, toss me a flashlight."

“It’s called a rhetorical question, smartass,” He grumbled as he helped you open the heavy metal doors. You powered on the flashlight to check for any signs of life.

Nothing.

“He must be further down there,” Dustin muttered. “I’ll stay up here in case he tried to… escape.”

You and Steve slowly looked up at the boy and scoffed before you made your way down the dusty stairs. You both swung your lights around in search of anything out of the ordinary. 

“You see anything?” He whispered, making you jump a bit. He was so close that his breath caused goosebumps to rise on the back of your neck. 

“Nope. But we’re about to,” You reached ahead and switched on the light above you, squinting as your eyes adjusted to the brightness. You scanned the room, only to be greeted by the usual setting. 

It wasn’t until you heard Steve gag that you realized Dustin wasn’t joking. He brought his bat up to show you some sort of skin that had been shed, still dripping with slime. Your face contorted with disgust before something caught your eye.

“Steve, you might wanna take a look behind you,” You breathed. His gaze followed the light you pointed at the brick wall. “I don’t think a lizard could’ve done that.”

“Jesus, did that thing eat through the brick wall?” Steve asked as you stepped forward to further investigate the scene. He was only a step behind you as you crouched down and saw the hollowed-out underground tunnel.

“Yeah. Definitely not a lizard,” He breathed.

“Steve?” Dustin’s concerned voice bounced off of the brick walls, or what was left of them. “Y/N? What’s going on down there?”

“Get down here, man! You're gonna wanna see this!” Steve shouted before you heard your little brother’s footsteps approach. You looked over to see him catch sight of the slimy skin on Steve’s bat.

“Aw shit,” Dustin breathed before Steve flashed his light over at you to reveal the giant hole in the wall. “Oh, shit! No way.. No way…”

They came over to get a better look. You all looked around in awe at the sight before you. You recognized the slime that covered the tunnel as the same type that surrounded the portal you and Nancy accidentally slipped into only the year prior.

“Got any ideas, Einstein?” Steve asked you. 

You bit your lip in thought for a moment before your eyes shot towards the stairs. 

“I might,” You quickly got up and ran out of the basement. 

“Hey! Wait up!” They called after you. You twirled around, analyzing the position of the sun before looking down at your watch.

“We still have a few hours until nightfall,” You explained before turning back around to face the boys before you began to pace. “We need to lure it in so we can kill it. Dustin, is it drawn towards blood?”

“Yeah. He likes raw steak.”

“Okay, we can work with that,” You nodded. “I’ll start working on defrosting all of the meat in the freezer. You and Steve run to the grocery store around the corner. We need gloves, buckets, and enough beef to fill them up. Meet me back here as fast as you can so we can slice it all up into tiny pieces-“

“And leave a sort of bread trail! That’s brilliant!” Dustin grinned. “Let’s go, big guy!”

“Wha- And leave you here alone?” Steve frowned, taking a step towards you. “No way.”

“I’ll be fine. You’ll be back in ten minutes anyway-“

“A lot can happen in ten minutes, Henderson.”

“I can take care of myself, Harrington. That’s what this is for, right?,” You chuckled, pushing him away at the chest to walk past him before waving your bat around. He smiled and rolled his eyes. “Chop! Chop! We have love lives to return to!”

You grabbed the extra gallon of gasoline your mother kept in the garage and got to work. It took them less than fifteen minutes to return with everything you asked for, and another seven to cut everything into small pieces, before you all loaded back into Steve’s car and made your way out towards the train tracks to set your trap. Lucas eventually responded to Dustin’s calls and agreed to meet you all at the old junkyard.

———

“Alright, so let me get this straight,” Steve sighed as you all tossed pieces of meat onto the train tracks. “You kept something you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who you just met?”

“If you knew him a little better, you wouldn’t be so surprised,” You muttered.

“Okay, first of all, ouch!” Dustin scoffed. “And second of all, that’s grossly oversimplifying things.”

“Riddle me this, dumbass,” You began, throwing a piece of meat past Dustin’s head. “Why would a girl like some nasty slug anyway?”

“My question exactly,” Steve followed your lead in tossing a chunk at the boy.

“Okay, stop throwing raw meat at me!” He yelped. “Salmonella is a real threat! And it’s not just some nasty slug. It’s an interdimensional slug, and it’s awesome.”

“Well, even if she thought it was cool, which she didn’t, I-I just.. I don’t know! I just feel like you’re trying way too hard, man!” Steve chimed in.

“Well, not everyone can have your perfect hair, alright?” Dustin mumbled.

“Don’t be fooled,” You smirked. “The hair only gets him so far.”

“You know what?” Steve furrowed his brows with a smile playing on his lips. “You’re right! The key with girls is just acting like you don’t care.”

“Take everything he says with a grain of salt, Dustin. Being yourself will get you a lot farther in life. The last thing you wanna be is a douchebag that peaks in high school,” You feigned a smile as you raised your headphones to your ears. Steve chuckled as he watched you trail ahead, bored of his boy talk.

“So you act like you don’t care even if you do?” Your brother pressed on.

“Yeah, exactly. It drives them nuts. You just wait until, uh..” The older boy sighed. “Until you feel it.”

“Feel what?” Dustin turned around.

“It’s like before it’s gonna storm, you know?” Steve explained as you all continued to walk and sprinkle the pieces of meat. “You can’t see  it, but you can feel it. Like this, uh.. Oh, I don’t know.”

His eyes landed on you as he finished his thought.

“Like this electricity, you know?”

“Oh, like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere-“

“No, no, no, no, no. Like a..” He lowered his voice, careful to prevent your ears from catching on to what he was saying. “Like a sexual electricity.”

“Oh.”

“You feel that, and then you make your move.”

“So that’s when you kiss her?” Dustin looked up.

“No, woah, woah. Slow down, Romeo!” Steve frowned. “Sure, okay, some girls, yeah, they want you to be aggressive. You know, strong, hot and heavy, like a.. I don’t know, like a lion.”

Dustin hummed in response.

“But others, you gotta be slow, you gotta be stealthy, like a… like a ninja!” He continued. “I had my first kiss when I was around your age. Talk about awesome. But if you want my advice on kissing a girl before high school, you have to make sure you kiss her softly. Gently. Almost like if you kiss her too hard, you’ll break her. Wait til she deepens the kiss before you do the same.”

“Who was your first kiss?”

Steve laughed at the irony of his first kiss standing only about fifteen feet ahead of him. “You wouldn’t know her. But she was different from most of the other girls. I honestly couldn’t tell you who went in for the first kiss. It just kinda happened with her.”

“She sounds special.”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded. “Yeah, she’s somethin’, alright.”

“But this girl’s special, too, you know? It’s just, like, something about her..”

“Woah, woah, woah. Hey, hey, hey!” Steve stopped in his tracks to look over at your little brother.

“What?”

“You’re not falling in love with this girl, are you?”

“Uh, no? No!”

“Okay, good,” He continued to trot along. “Don’t.”

“I won’t.”

“It sucks getting your heart broken at your age,” Steve sighed. “You aren’t emotionally equipped to take a blow like that, and it takes forever to get over it. And once you do, she makes you a make-out mixtape for your current relationship. You’ll think it’s cool, like you finally made amends. Then you get to the last song of the mixtape while you’re mid-make out with your current girlfriend, and you end up snorting into her mouth."

"Gross."

"Yeah, tell me about it," Steve shook his head. "Next thing you know, you’re laughing the mood away, and your girlfriend stays mad at you for like a week because you refuse to tell her what you found so funny.”

“That’s… oddly specific,” Dustin frowned with confusion.

“Look, kid. My point is that she’s only gonna break your heart, and you’re way too young for that shit,” Steve sighed before watching your feet hit the ground below you at a steady pace, probably to the beat of whatever Scorpions or AC/DC songs Eddie loaded onto that mixtape for you. He looked over to see the defeated boy dropping pieces of meat before he felt a pang of guilt settle in his gut. You Hendersons had the most heartbreaking long faces he’s ever seen. He sighed. “… Fabergé.”

“What?” Dustin asked. Steve pointed at his hair.

“It’s Fabergé Organics,” He spoke reluctantly. “Use the shampoo and conditioner and when your hair’s damp- it’s not wet, okay? When it’s damp..”

“Damp.”

“You do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray.”

“Farrah Fawcett spray?” Dustin smiled.

“Yeah, Farrah Fawcett spray,” Steve stopped to establish a more intimidating presence. “You tell anyone I just told you that, and your ass is grass. You’re dead, Henderson. Do you understand?”

“You don’t give the Hendersons enough credit, Steve,” You turned around with a smile, making Steve’s face drop. “We’re great at keeping secrets.”

“H-How much of that conversation did you hear?”

You shrugged, shooting him an innocent look before twirling back around. You grabbed a few pieces of meat and continued to strategically toss them on the ground.

You all continued to walk in silence for about thirty more seconds before you couldn’t help yourself anymore.

“I made it through the wilderness!” You began to sing, holding up the meat as if it were a microphone as you spun back around gracefully. Steve threw his head back and groaned loudly. “Somehow I made it throughhhh! Come on, Dustin! Join in!”

“Didn’t know how lost I was until I found youuuu!” He giggled. 

“I WAS BEAT!”

“Okay, very funny-” 

“INCOMPLETE!”

“ALRIGHT!” Steve laughed, throwing a piece of meat at your feet. “I get it! That’s enough!”

“Okay, sorry. We’ll stop,” You chuckled. You shot Dustin a knowing look before you both burst out in song again. “LIKE A VIRGIN!”

“Stop!” He whined.

“TOUCHED FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME!”

“Alright, that’s it,” Steve laughed, dropping his bucket before taking off after you. You squealed and tried to run away before you felt his arm wrap around your waist and twirl you back around. He set you down and pointed his yellow-gloved finger at you. “Keep it up and I’ll tell the kid who I was talking about in the first place, got it?”

“That’s big talk coming from the guy that uses Farrah Fawcett spray,” You smirked, making him roll his eyes and chuckle as he walked back to his bucket. “Did you really snort into her mouth?”

“You’re such an asshole, you know that?” He tried to speak sternly but couldn’t seem to wipe the grin off of his face. You shrugged before hopping off the tracks and heading into the woods. 

“Would you look at that! I’m literally making it through the wilderness!”

“You’re not funny!” Steve called before turning to the boy who erupted into a fit of giggles. “Stop it. Don’t laugh at that.”

“You coming?”

“Where are you even going?”

You continued to lead the boys to the old junkyard. You dropped the remaining chunks of meat right outside of the abandoned bus. It only took a couple minutes for the other kids to show up too.

“I said medium-well!” Lucas called from the distance. You all looked up to see a red-headed girl walking beside him.

“Who’s that?” Steve asked you. You shrugged before you both looked down at Dustin who wore a forlorn look on his face. “Ah, never mind.”

“Took you long enough!” You teased as Lucas and the girl walked up. “Hi, I’m Y/N. You must be Max.”

“Oh, I know you!” The redhead chuckled. “My stepbrother talks about you all of the time.”

“Who’s your stepbrother?” You asked.

“His name is Billy,” She responded, laughing at the way your face scrunched up with disgust. 

“Douchebaggery doesn’t run in the family, does it?” You smirked, making her laugh again.

“Only with the opposite sex,” She shrugged.

“I like her!” You said to the younger boys before wrapping your arm around her and leading her to the bus. “Wanna help me seal the windows?”

“Sure.”

You all worked quickly to get the most of the rest of the day’s sunlight. The kids rolled in metal bins for protection. Steve poured the gasoline. You set up the latter to the escape hole on top of the bus. With the remaining time left, the ladies blocked off the windows with metal scraps as the boys placed the tires on top of the bus. All there was left to do was wait.

Max and Lucas sat on the roof, keeping a lookout for any sign of the Demogorgon. Your brother fiddled with a pair of odd-shaped dice to keep calm his nerves. You looked up to see Steve mindlessly playing with the lighter he brought for the trap. After getting tired of hearing your brother’s dice click, you stood up and took the seat opposite Steve. He looked up at you and nodded as if to greet you before continuing on with the lighter.

“I’m sorry,” You sighed. He looked up with knitted brows. “For breaking your heart.”

“Not this again,” He rolled his eyes. “I swear to God if you start singing Like A Virgin-“

“No, no, I’m serious,” You chuckled. That got his attention. His eyes danced across your face, scanning for any sign of insincerity. “I guess I was so busy mending my own heart that I forgot to be careful with yours. So I’m sorry. Truly.”

“Ah, it’s cool,” He smiled, leaning forward to place his elbows on his knees to get closer to you. “I think I needed it. It toughened me up a bit before high school. They would’ve eaten me up alive.”

You let out a breathy chuckle, twirling your ring around your middle finger.

“I’m sorry, too,” He sighed.

“For what?” You smiled.

“For being such a dick to you today after all of your help. I should’ve just listened to you. Taken you home,” He pursed his lips for a moment in thought, carefully considering the next words that would fall out of his mouth. “I guess.. I don’t know. Maybe a part of me-“

A shrill, ear-piercing growl interrupted him.

You both quickly stood up to look out the window behind him. There was nothing but fog, and what made it worse was the stillness it harbored. The anticipation game has begun.

“You see him?” You breathed from behind him.

“No,” He shook his head.

“Lucas!” Your brother shouted. “What’s going on?!”

“Hold on!” He shouted back. There was a moment of silence before his squeaky voice began shouting again. “I’ve got eyes! Ten o’clock!”

“There,” Steve pointed. You could barely see the outline of the monster with the fog, but it was there nonetheless.

“What’s he doing?” You whispered.

“I don’t know,” He responded. “He’s not taking the bait. Why is he not taking the bait?”

“Maybe he’s not hungry,” Dustin offered from behind you.

“Maybe he’s sick of cow,” You breathed, looking at Steve with wide eyes. He blinked as a fleeting thought passed through his mind. He got up to get his bag. “What are you doing?”

“Just get ready,” He told you, tossing you the lighter. You scoffed, quickly passing it over to Dustin. Steve grabbed his bat, and within seconds, he stepped out of the bus, not even giving you the time to argue. “Stay in the bus!”

“That fucking idiot,” You huffed, grabbing your own bag and following behind him. “Dustin, keep that lighter ready!”

“Y/N, I don’t think-“

“Close the door behind me,” And with that, you were out in the open.

“What part of stay in the bus don’t you…-“ Steve’s voice trailed off as you pressed a finger to your lips, eyes laser focused on your surrounding. You both got in your usual defensive stance: back pressed to one as you spun around strategically.

The sound of the beast’s chittering bounced off of your surroundings, making it sound as if it was coming from everywhere. You readjusted your grip on the bat as your palms began to sweat. A cold chill began to creep through every single nerve ending in your body as the chittering came to a stop. It was going to attack soon.

Steve whistled beside you to lure out the beast.

“Come on, buddy,” He called gently before whistling again. “Dinner time. Human tastes better than cat, I promise.”

The growls came back at a louder volume before you saw the outline of a slimy dog in front of you, pacing in excitement at the sight of its next meal. You let out a small gasp. Steve leaned into you in as a means to provide at least some comfort.

“Y/N, WATCH OUT! THREE O’CLOCK! THREE O’CLOCK!” Lucas shouted from behind you.

“We’ve got company,” You breathed.

“STEVE! Y/N! ABORT! ABORT!“ Your brother swung the bus door open behind you. You turned around just in time to see a dog jump out of the dark. You swung as hard as you could, sending it flying to your left before Steve grabbed your arm and pulled you back. A swarm of Demo-Dogs pounced onto the very spot you stood in mere seconds ago. You both rolled over the hood of a car before landing on your feet. You barely got the chance to look up at him before his eyes focused on something behind you.

“DUCK!” He ordered. You did as told before he swung with force, landing a swing into something above you. A monster landed beside you with a thud.

“We have to get out of here!” You gasped. He was one step ahead of you, taking a firm grip of your arm, pulling you alongside him as he ran back towards the bus. He pushed you in front of him so that he could place a barrier between you and the monsters. The last thing he wanted was for the curly-haired boy to see his sister ripped to shreds.

You both ran as fast as your feet could carry you, feeling the gusts of wind beside you as the dogs swung at you. Just as you made it to the bus, you felt a claw come in contact with your arm and screamed before Steve shoved you into the bus and the kids closed the door behind the two of you.

You fell onto your hands and knees, but there was no time to waste. There was already a beast clawing its way into the bus. You grabbed a nearby metal scrap and placed it against a weak spot in the bus’s defense, using the strength of your legs to hold it in place from the clawing on the other side.

“Why are they trying so hard to get in?!” Someone yelled.

“Y/N’s bleeding!” Steve responded before grabbing a bat and swinging as hard as he could into the head of an intruder. “A LITTLE HELP HERE!?”

You scrambled to get your own bat before landing lethal blows into the monster. You both continued to rain hits into the beast until it went limp. Your surroundings fell silent again.

“Are they gone?” Dustin asked.

“Doubt it,” Your eyes scanned the bus for any sign of trespassers.

“It was stupid of you to follow me out there,” Steve turned towards you. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?”

“Do you?” You scoffed. “You could’ve gotten hurt, you idiot!”

“Oh, I could’ve gotten hurt?” His eyebrows shot up before he grabbed your injured arm, looking at the deep slice the beast left. "Jesus Christ that's bad.."

“It’s just a scratch,” You took your arm out of his grasp for what felt like the millionth time that day. “There’s more important things to-“

You fell silent as your gaze shifted to the ceiling, bringing his attention to the sight of moving footprints above you. Max began to scream at the base of the latter before you ran over to stand between her and the monster. You gasped at the gaping mouth awaiting at the exit above you. It began to drool the moment you got closer.

“Out of the way! Out of the way!” He shouted before positioning himself in front of you and the monster. “You want some?! Come get this!”

The screech that escaped the Demo-Dog rattled the bus. It was so loud you felt it in your chest. You steadied your breathing, preparing for the worst when suddenly it let out one more growl and disappeared and your surroundings fell silent once again. You all looked at one another with confusion before Steve spoke up.

“Are you alright?” He looked down at you.

“Yeah, you?” You breathed. He nodded.

You had no idea how or when Steve’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist, and according to his look of embarrassment, he didn’t either. You both realized just how close you were at around the same time, stepping away with flushed cheeks.

The chittering and growling continued to move away from you until it was completely gone.

“What happened?” You heard from behind you.

“I don’t know.”

“Steve and Y/N scared them off?”

“No,” Steve shook his head. “No way.”

“They’re going somewhere,” You agreed. “I’m gonna go check it out-“

“Not with that bloody arm,” Steve frowned. “Someone patch her up. I’ll be right back.”

“You think there’s a first aid kit around here?” You asked the kids.

“I have one in my bag,” Dustin nodded, earning an odd look from the lot of you. “What?“

“Did your mommy pack that for you?” Lucas smirked.

“No, I did,” Dustin rolled his eyes. “We fight interdimensional monsters on a seemingly annual basis. I think the real question is why don't any of you idiots have a first aid kit?”

Max helped carefully peel off your jacket before she cut your sleeve off for better access. She tried her hardest not to gag at the gaping wound, but the disgust was written all over her face.

“That bad, huh?” You chuckled halfheartedly.

“Worse,” She scrunched her nose.

“They’re all gone,” Steve said as he walked back into the bus. He flashes his light over at you to see your bloody mess of an arm. “Jesus, Henderson… They got you good. At least you have a solid excuse as to why you missed the concert.”

“The concert,” You breathed, grabbing Steve’s wrist to look at the time. 12:03 AM. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”

You threw his wrist back down before covering your face with your free hand.

“God fucking dammit!” You huffed. “He never asks anything of me. How the hell is this going to look?!”

“Hey. This is Eddie we’re talking about,” Dustin placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Just show him the cut. Tell him you fell while we goofing around on the train tracks. He’ll understand.”

You sighed, opening your mouth to respond before he cut you off.

“Steve, do me a favor."

"What's up?"

"Put your leg up on the seat so that I can put her arm in a stable and elevated position,” Dustin ordered. Steve blinked, reluctantly doing as told before you looked up at him and carefully placed your arm on his thigh. “And hold this light steady for me while I clean up the wound.”

“I’m a shit liar,” You mumbled. “He’ll see right through it. I have to tell him the truth.”

“Woah, woah- you’re not being serious, right?” Steve spoke up. You frowned. “No way! That’s just one more life we’re putting in harm’s way. Romeo over here already got Red involved. There’s no way we can sacrifice someone else.”

You hissed as Dustin squeezed the contents of bottled water onto your arm. Everyone winced with you, knowing you weren’t one to complain about pain unless it really hurt. You took the opportunity to speak up again as he dug through the kit for something else.

“Maybe you’re right,” You breathed. “The last thing I want is to put him in danger. He’s careless when it comes to those he’s fond of.“

“What do you mean?” Steve asked.

“She means he wouldn’t hesitate to throw himself in a bad situation if it meant saving her life,” Dustin informed. “It’s better he doesn’t know about any of this.. Y/N, brace yourself. This is the painful part.”

“This is the painful part?!” You whined. “Then what was- HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!”

You let out a scream as he wiped an alcohol drenched cotton ball along your cut. You clenched your eyes shut and dug your nails into your thigh as the liquid burned through the fresh blood.

“I’M SORRY! SHOULD I STOP!?” Dustin shouted.

“NO! HURRY!” You growled through clenched teeth. The next few seconds felt like an eternity before he finally began digging through the kit again. You let out a sigh of relief before letting your head fall into Steve’s upper thigh, making his breath hitch in the back of his throat.

He knew it was inappropriate timing, but he couldn’t help but think about how pretty you looked resting on the inside of his thigh. 

His eyes widened at the filthy thoughts that returned to his mind at the speed of light, clearing his throat in hopes of getting you to realize where you’d placed your face. You sighed before getting the strength to get back up. You left the patch of his jeans warm with the remanence of your hot breath.

“It’s not as deep as I thought it was,” You said looking over at your arm.

God, if you’re real, Steve thought, fuck off. This isn’t funny anymore.

“Keep that light still for me, Harrington!” Dustin ordered. “I’m almost done.”

HOW THE HELL WAS HE MEANT TO KEEP HIS HAND FROM SHAKING AFTER THAT?!

“Right,” He cleared his throat, grabbing it with both hands to stabilize it. He watched as Dustin used his gloved hand to wipe some Neosporin on the open flesh and dressing it tightly to stop the bleeding. And with that, you were done. Steve let out a breath he’d been holding in as soon as you took your arm back.

“We should probably get back,” You sighed. 

Everyone collected their belongings before you all walked back towards the train tracks. It was the most eerie walk. Silent except the the sounds of your own footsteps. Every piece of meat still laying on the tracks. It was almost like you were tempting fate, especially with that fresh wound of yours.

“Hey, keep it elevated to stop the bleeding!” Dustin ordered, jogging up to you. “We’ll take you to the clinic tomorrow as soon as it opens. You need to be more careful!”

“Okay, Mom,” You teased as you placed your forearm on your head. The crew behind you all inevitably listened to your conversation. Your ability to stay lighthearted seemed to soothe them all.

“I’m serious..” He said in a small voice, gaining your full attention. “I only have one big sister.”

“Oh, Dusty,” You sighed, wrapping your arm around his shoulders as you continued to trudge through the grassy tracks. You placed a small kiss on top of ball cap. “Alright. I’ll be more careful.”

“Promise?” He looked up at you.

“I’m not about to spit swear again, if that’s what you’re after,” You teased, making him laugh. “But yes. I promise.”

You held out your pinky in front of his face and he gladly wrapped his small one around it before you squeezed him into you.

It wasn’t rare for you to take a very maternal role in your brother’s life. Sure, you constantly fought and annoyed one another. But there was no one else in the world that you loved and adored more than the curly haired boy wrapped in your embrace at that moment. 

He was the exception to your no-love rule. 

You allowed yourself to love him unconditionally, and wouldn’t hesitate to take a bullet for him. Or the occasional Demo-Dog slice.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“I can’t breathe.”

“Oh, my bad.”

Chapter 7 ->

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Betrayal's Bond | An Uchiha Brothers Series Chapter 1

Summary: You've been tasked with finding the team of jonin that went missing on their mission to the village hidden in the stars but what happens when you take one Uchiha brother to look for the other? Pairing: Tsundere Sasuke x female!reader x Itachi (love triangle) Word Count: 3k Warnings: Nothing crazy really, a paper bomb goes off but no one is injured a/n: alright here we go first chapter be sure to read the teaser as it has all the information about the mission (very important to the story) List of Terminology

Going though my checklist one last time I make sure I've packed everything I'll need for this mission and come up short on one thing, kunai knives. Sasuke will kill me if I ask him to make a stop for them so I just need to head down to the blacksmith and grab some before we meet up.

As I'm putting my shoes on I get a knock on my door and I jump at the sound. 'I've gotta stop being in my head all the time. It's making me way too jumpy these days' I think to myself before opening it.

"Oh, I thought we were gonna to meet at the front gates" I say, greeting an unimpressed Sasuke. "Figured it'd be easier if I came here so I wouldn't be waiting for you to catch up" he says looking down on me. "You ready?" he asks, cocking a brow.

'Always the charmer Sasuke' I think to myself before sighing out my response. "I need to go get some more kunai and then I'll be good to go" I cringe internally, knowing how annoyed he'll be. I turn my back to him and grab my pack before closing up and locking my door to avoid his glare.

"I have some more back at my place. You can just use those and pay me back later" he offers and starts walking off, leaving me to follow after him. "Are you sure you don't mind?" I question and he simply shrugs as an answer.

"The blacksmith doesn't open for a few more hours so there's no use waiting when we can just do this instead" he explains and keeps on walking. I slow down my pace a bit, shocked at his willingness to help.

'He didn't throw it in my face that I was unprepared or irresponsible or anything. He just offered to help without prompting. Why would he do that?' I question to myself, watching the Uchiha crest on his back as he walks ahead of me. "Come on keep up" he says without turning, sensing that we've gained some distance between us without even looking.

"Coming!" I respond, jogging a few paces to catch up with him.

~~~~

As we walk into the Uchiha clan's part of the village I realize that I've actually never been here before. "Close your mouth and eyes front. You look like a tourist" he grumbles, having seen my reaction in his peripheral.

"I'm sorry, it just looks so different compared to the rest of the village. Especially with the Uchiha crest everywhere. I can see how proud of your clan you all are" I respond, glancing around only occasionally as I follow him down the main road until we've made a few turns to get to his house.

"I'm home" he calls out while we both take off our shoes, "Oh Sasuke I thought you had gone out on a mission, did you forget something? Oh! Hello" his mother says as she walks down the hallway towards us until she comes around the corner into view and notices me.

"Mom this is y/n" Sasuke introduces me quickly before making moves to go grab the kunai. He doesn't really tell me to follow him or if I should stay here so I just opt to stay near the door with his mother.

"So you're Sasuke's teammate for this mission?" his mother asks, curious as to why he's brought me here. "Yes ma'am" I answer and she smiles warmly, making my heart almost ache at the sight of it.

"Y/n right? Sasuke's talked about you before, says you're a really formidable shinobi. I heard you even rivaled him for the top spot in your class at the academy" she praises, making me look down at the floor, shy at her words.

"Sasuke's a lot better than me I assure you" I reply, thankful but still bashful at the though of Sasuke not only talking about me but also telling her I'm a good shinobi.

"Sasuke doesn't talk about people often but when he does it's because they're either annoying or annoyingly good and I believe you're one of the latter" she jokes and we both laugh, quietting down once we hear Sasuke make his way back.

He looks at the both of us suspiciously but doesn't say a word other than a quick goodbye to his mom once again. "It was nice meeting you Mrs. Uchiha!" I say after I finish putting my shoes back on and give her a bow.

"You too dear! Now hurry up and come back soon" she says, smiling as she watches the both of us walk out of the house and down the street. I can't help but wonder if she means come back to the village or if I should come back to their house but I guess for now that'll remain a mystery.

"Do you know your way to The Land of Bears?" Sasuke asks me, breaking my train of thought and bringing my attention back to the mission. "I've seen it on the map and I've been on missions in that general vicinity so more or less yes" I respond and he hums in acknowledgment while we make our way out of the Uchiha clan neighborhood and onto the entrance of the village.

"Have you been there before?" I question, curious as to his answer as well. "No, but I've heard about the things that go on there and I'm interested to find out if they're true" he says, eyes facing forward and focused on leaving the village as soon as possible but going at an okay pace to save our energy for the time being.

"What things?" I question, not remembering anything noteworthy about it. "Have you heard about the so called star that they have in the hidden star village?" he asks, while we wave to the guards at the entrance of the village, having already been made aware of our mission and let us through without an issue. 

"By the sound of it you would think that they have a star but I haven't heard much about it" I answer truthfully, not bothering to make up any of my own guesses.

"They're big on keeping information away from outsiders so it makes sense you haven't heard much about it" he explains and I turn to look at him for a second but focus back on the road ahead of us so we can stay on course. "This so called star they have seems to be more of a meteor than a star and it's known to give the people who channel the energy from it a special form of chakra" he relays.

"Special form of chakra?" I echo and he nods his head before continuing. "No one really knows exactly what it does but it's known to have a purple hue and manifests in the shape of wings or feathers, depending on the jutsu that's cast" he explains further and I make sure it absorb everything so I can keep it in mind as we continue on out journey.

"Anyway we should pick up the pace since we don't know what kind of situation we'll be walking into" he says, referring to the group we're on our way to find and I nod my head, following his lead.

~~~~

After traveling for a few hours Sasuke suddenly stops, leaving me slowing down to do the same "What is it?" I whisper as I stop on the tree branch next to him but he puts a finger to his lips asking me to stay quiet so I oblige, listening for anything and everything that might clue me in until I hear the whoosh of a kunai headed straight towards us. 

"Get down!" he yells, tackling me to the ground and out of harms way before noticing seconds later there's a paper bomb attached to the end and pulling me further away as we hide behind a tree to avoid the blast. 

"What was that?" I ask but he puts his fingers to his lips again before peeking his head around the tree to find the perpetrator but he come up empty handed and turns his focus back to me. "Are you okay?" he asks, assessing my physical state before making eye contact again. 

"Yeah I'm fine" I say, getting up from the sitting position he had me in and opting to stand, leaning my back up against the tree, watching behind him while he continues to scope out the area we had been attacked from. 

"Alright come out" Sasuke orders, unamused with the situation we had been put in and out comes a young boy around our age. Walking aimlessly as though he doesn't have a care in the world until he lays his eyes on Sasuke. Both of the boys size each other up but before either one says another word I slip into the conversation. 

"You know there's a better way to try and get someone's attention besides throwing a paper bomb at them" I say, crossing my arms over my chest and the boy scoffs, acting as if I'm the one that wronged him. 

"What are two Leaf shinobi doing wandering through these parts?" he asks, mimicking my posture as a clear way to egg me on. "We're not wandering, we're passing through. There's a difference" I spit and as the boy makes a move to walk towards me Sasuke gets between us, taking control of the conversation.

"We don't want any trouble. We're just taking the fastest route to our destination" he says, keeping his words clear and concise, only giving the necessary information. 

"What's the purpose of your journey?" the boy presses and I jump in much to Sasuke's displeasure. "It's none of your concern so if you don't mind" I say, walking around Sasuke and past the boy, to continue on our way. 

"Where do you think you're going little lady" the boy says, grabbing onto my wrist and keeping me still. "I wouldn't do that if I were you" Sasuke warns and the boy clicks his tongue, "Or what?" he presses while tightening his hold on my wrist making me groan in pain, trying and failing to get out of his grasp. 

"Let's just say you don't wanna know" Sasuke say, closing his eyes before flashing his Sharingan at the boy making him loosen his grip enough for me to rip my wrist out of his grasp. "J-just steer clear of the woods on this side of the path" the boy says while taking a few steps back, clearly recognizing the visual prowess of the Uchiha clan. 

"Got it" Sasuke responds and narrows his eyes at the boy, making him run off to wherever he had come from. 

"You shouldn't have done that" I say, rubbing my wrist before administering medical ninjutsu right away, making sure to prevent it from slowing down our mission. "Would you have rather I let him break your wrist?" he says coldly, his eyes watching me curiously as the green glow envelops my arm. 

I stay silent at that and continue en route, Sasuke following behind me moments later, jogging a bit to catch up. An unspoken understanding to take it easy for a while as I treat my wrist. 

"I didn't know you knew medical ninjutsu" he says, glancing over at my arm again before fixing his eyes on the road ahead of us. "I started training a few months ago so it's relatively new" I respond, looking down at my wrist as well as glancing up every once in a while to make sure I don't trip. 

He nods his head and we continue on our journey. 

He takes notice of how cautious I'm being about walking and treating myself at the same time and decides to veer off to the right, sitting on a little stone bench on the side of the road we had been walking on. 

"What are you doing?" I question, watching as he slumps down on it and rests his head against the back, closing his eyes and trying to get as comfortable as he can given the circumstances. 

"Taking a break?" he says, not bothering to look at me and I roll my eyes before sitting down at the other end, resting my arm against my thigh as I take a few more minutes to finish treating it, the tender feeling soon fading away. 

"You done?" he asks, looking down and noticing that the green glow is gone and I was left rolling my wrist, stretching it out and making sure it's back to normal. "Did you stop just so I could finish treating it?" I question, not bothering to answer his question since the answer is obvious to at this point. 

"Figured it was better than you tripping or something from not paying attention" he says, getting up and putting his hands in his pockets, walks off without another word. 

~~~~

As we make our way into the first town we come across we decide to find a room for the night, the weather having gotten a lot colder as of late. The crips fall atmosphere exchanging places with the hash bite of winter nights. 

"I got us one room, hope that's okay" Sasuke says, walking up to where I had taken a seat on one of the benches in the small entryway. "That's fine, thanks" I say, grabbing the spare key. 'Why am I nervous all of a sudden? It's no big deal, he's a teammate. We would've been camping outside together anyways so this might as well be the same thing. 

He takes the lead and guides us to our room on the third floor and unlocks it, letting me in first which is...surprising. I had no idea he would care about simple gestures like that. It's probably because his mom raised him right, that's it. Maybe it's just a reflex. 

She does seem like the type of woman to make sure both of her boys and well versed in manners...even though Sasuke comes up short at times. 

I grab one of the futons and lay it closest to the window so I can watch the moon rise and take in the stars that some how seem a lot brighter here. Leaving Sasuke to place his on the opposite side of the room, maintaining a respectful distance. 

"Don't snore too loud alright? I'd like to at least get some sleep" he mumbles with his back turned to me. "I do not snore!" I raise my voice to defend myself but I hear him scoff. "That's not what your teammates say" he taunts and I curse the two guys that've been stuck with since our days at the academy. 

"Lee's the one who snores sound like an oncoming storm, plus Neji's a light sleeper and wakes up every five minutes no matter what" I say, standing up and taking my bag into the bathroom to get away from him. 

"I'm joking y/n" he taunts again and I roll my eyes, not amused with his efforts. "Didn't know you had a sense of humor" I scoff and the corner of his mouth turns up, amused with my reaction. 

"There's a lot you don't know about me" he says and I widen my eyes, surprised by the air of playfulness behind those words and close the door in response, having no clue what I would even say to that. 'Why is he acting so weird?' I think to myself as I get out of my clothes and rinse off before changing into something more comfortable that basically envelops my whole figure. 

As I make my way out of the bathroom I see that Sasuke isn't in the room but rather sitting on the balcony outside. 

"Bathroom's free" I say and he hums in response, looking up at the moon, no doubt lost in thought, what those thoughts might be I have no clue but I simply decide to take a few steps closer to keep him company.

"Took you long enough" he says, glancing over at me and I shake my head before bothering to respond. "Very funny" I answer dryly, looking up at the moon but drifting my eyes down to the town below, now just realizing that I hadn't even bothered take it all in. We both stand there, enjoying the low buzz of the people outside and breath in the cool night air, basking in the serenity of the moment. 

I turn to go inside and notice that he's seems as though he has no plans of coming in anytime soon. "You should get some rest. We'll be leaving right before dawn" I relay, reminding him that we still have a mission to complete and he nods in acknowledgment but stays just as he is. 

"Goodnight Sasuke" I say, sliding the door open and as I slowly close it behind me I hear him whisper a soft "Goodnight y/n" that has my heart fluttering. 

I don't know why I'm suddenly feeling like this but I guess there's just something about being alone with him that just feels different. If we were on a four man squad I can almost guarantee that we wouldn't have spoken a word to each other besides strategizing or communicating if a situation arises that needs to be dealt with.

I guess that's something that we should talk about if push comes to shove. It's only the two of us but we should still make sure we're on the same page if something were to happen. 

Shinobi should always be ready to act and adapt to situations especially in times of battle.

Both of us are strong in our own rite and can take care of ourselves but if we are to go through any challenges we might face successfully then we need to make sure we work together. Teamwork can make or break a mission so hopefully our skillsets will be compatible once combined together. 

It is essential to this mission's success. 

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no use fightin'.

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event | kinktober 2021

prompt | breeding kink

summary | the sheriff knocks you up in the empty station.

pairing | dark!lee bodecker x reader

warnings | dark!lee (kinda soft but then not lol), noncon, that southern accent (you gotta read it this way or it won’t work!!), corruption/abuse of power, handcuffs, heavy use of petnames, panty gag, crying, p in v, forced orgasm, mocking/degradation/humiliation, insults, breeding kink, slight tummy bulge/size kink :^)

word count | 1,028

an | oh boy. lee’s back, and he’s still just as dark and delicious as ever:’-) i have kind of decided i suck at writing lee’s vernacular but guess i forgive myself - i think the heavy use of those southern petnames maybe makes up for it? i hope everyone enjoys this one!

“My oh my, sweetcheeks. You’s is quite the sight for sore eyes, now ain’t ya?” The sheriff’s breath is hot against the sweat-drenched flesh of your neck where he’s tucked up his lips, suckling gently on and off again as his hands wander across your tummy and hips. “Got you lookin’ so pretty for me, all tied up like this- oh come on now, suga’ pie. S'no need for tears,” he hums as you choke against the fabric of your own lingerie he’s got stuffed up in your mouth. “You’re gonna ruin all that pretty makeup you got on. You get all dolled up jus’ for me, angel?” Lee teases, his touch trailing down to the crook of your thigh, “Aww baby, you shouldn’ have.”

You sob out a desperate attempt at a cry for help, but none of your words translate through your makeshift gag, soaked with your tears and spit. Your wrists struggle helplessly in the harsh metal cuffs locked high above your head, the faint rattling of the chain causing the sick man before you to chuckle. “S'no use in fightin’ it, sweetha’t. We got the whole damn station to ourselves, how’s about that, hmm?” Dragging one of his thick digits down between your clenching legs, he dips into your wetness, prodding around a bit to find your aching clit. “Oh my, babydoll. Looks like someone’s enjoyin’ themselves,” he sings as he drags his finger around the tender bud in slow, agonizing circles, the brutal stimulation causing the bundle of nerves to burn in sinful need. “There, that’s it, peach,” he grumbles, his other hand rising to cup your chin as he forces you to look him in the eyes. “See? I can play nice,” Lee grin as you whimper in humiliation, the unwanted pleasure he’s providing making your gut twist in shame. “Jus’ gotta let me love on you, sweetcheeks. C’mon now, that’s it.”

Shifting his thumb to take over against your throbbing button, he eases a first finger inside of you, groaning lowly at the feeling of you clenching down against him. “Fuck, suga’ pie. Such a tiny little hole, you’s got.” Soon, a second finger is added as the sheriff struggles to stretch you out. “Love those pretty sounds you make,” Lee coos as you do your best to suppress your sobs, his fingers now squelching lewdly as they pump hard and fast into your channel. Feeling pressure begin to build in your belly, you squeeze your eyes shut, doing everything in your power to fight off your approaching climax. But when the cruel man’s pace at rubbing your hardened clit increases, there’s nothing you can do but wail into the thick wad of fabric caught between your teeth as you cream right on Lee’s fingers, causing him to cheer at his success in breaking you.

“That’s my girl- fuck, angel,” he cursed as you heave through your high. “Such a needy little cunt on you, already cummin’ for me and I haven’t even felt inside’a you.” Your body slumps pathetically once Lee pulls away from you, the cuffs around your wrists digging into the tender flesh to keep you hanging upright. At the sound of the sheriff’s belt buckle coming undone, followed by his zipper, you let out another futile sob, your entire body convulsing as his rock-hard length is lined up at your opening.

“Come on now, peach. Don’t tap out on me yet,” Lee rouses you, rubbing at your clit harshly to jolt you to attention, the overstimulation of the little nub bringing more tears to your eyes. “There she is; now hold still, sweetha’t. Don’t wanna hurt you while I’m stretchin’ you open.” When the thick, throbbing rod of flesh begins slowly impaling you, bile rises in your throat as your eyes sting with tears. “Fuck, can barely fit inside’a ya, sweetcheeks,” the man shakes his head. “C’mon, let me in, pretty girl. Oh, you poor thing,” he croons, smiling sickly as he pinches your clit, causing you to jerk against his cruel hand.

The next few seconds are purely agonizing as Lee forces the rest of himself inside of you, letting out a strained moan when his balls finally meet your slick heat. “Shit, babydoll. Look at you, so full’a me. You gonna let me fuck you, suga’ pie? Gonna let me fill you with my babies, make you into a nice little wife for me?”

Your eyes widen in horror at the man’s words, but before you can cry out or react in any way, Lee’s pulled out of you gently, only to slam back in with devastating force. “That’s right, you’s is gonna fucking take it, bitch,” he demands, knocking the wind out of you by repeating the action again, then again, slowly building up speed. “Fuck, jus’ like that. Stupid little slut, jus’ gotta hang there and take it. Gonna knock you up, sweetcheeks. Get that sweet little tummy nice ‘nd round for me, make you mine for good.”

As Lee continues to fuck you brutally, only your pitiful weeping and the man’s hoarse groans can be heard through the empty back room, accompanied by the sounds of his flesh smacking against yours as he makes his mark on you, ensuring you’ll feel his impact for days to come. The ordeal seems too painful for another climax on your end to even be possible, but as Lee begins his chase towards release, he isn’t satisfied without you right there with him. “C’mon, baby. Give me one more, need’a feel you milkin’ me when I shoot that belly’a yours full’a cum.” His hand returns to roll your clit between his fingers, and in a matter of just seconds he’s got you crying out once more, clamping down on him as your orgasm is forced out of you.

“Shit, that’s it. Jus’ like that, peach. Fuck, oh fuck,” Lee grunts, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he finally bottoms out, the feeling of his hot seed filling you up causing a scream to rise in your throat. “That’a girl- take it, angel,” he smiles as he kisses your cheek. “Nothin’ you can do but fuckin’ take it.”

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Impromptu Silvio fluff because @xbalayage and @randonauticrap hurt my heart tonight and I needed him to be happy before I get some sleep.

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Silvio POV x Reader Fluff WC: 782

There you are. I’ve been lookin’ all over the for ya, I don’t know why I didn’t think ya might be here. Of course you’d be here, curled up on a chair in the corner, piles of books littered around you as you continue to nap peacefully.

You’re so damn cute, I gotta fight every instinct to scoop you up and steal you away. You got really mad at me the last time I did that, embarrassed that I was carrying you through the halls like a little child.

You’re gonna end up being sore if I don’t get you to move at least to a better position though, right now your head is dropped at such an uncomfortable angle, it’ll be a shock if ya don’t wake up hurtin’ from it. I see you shift ever so slightly in your sleep and the cute little sound you make as your leg drops down from where it was curled under you twists my heart.

I never expected to feel this way about anyone. Not really, not after everything that had happened when I was a kid. But you and your smart mouth came bargin’ into my life like a whirlwind and of course ya just had to go and make me fall in love with you. I realize now that it was inevitable. Your unending kindness even to someone like me was so foreign to me, I was incredibly fascinated and confused by you. Every minute I could get with you had me falling further and further under your spell and now I’m so completely enamored with you I feel like a completely different man.

My reminiscing brings a soft chuckle from my chest and the sound seems to startle you awake. Your eyes snap open, a quick inhale followed by a satisfied groan as you sit up straight and stretch has me hurrying over to you.

“Hey sweetheart, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake ya.” I place my hand on your cheek as you smile sleepily up at me.

“I don’t mind,” you sigh happily, nuzzling into my hand and letting your eyes flutter closed again.

“Heh, you gonna get up or do I need to carry ya through the halls again?” I ask in a light, joking tone. You make a small noise, almost like a laugh before you reach your arms up, cheeky smile playing on your lips.

“As you wish,” I concede. You’re too damn adorable, I can’t possibly reject you, especially when you’re being as cute as you are now. My heart feels so warm as you wrap your arms around my neck, clinging to me as I pull you into my arms.

You rest your head against my shoulder, curling into me and placing a gentle kiss on my shirt.

“Why’d ya go to the library if you were this tired?” I ask, genuinely curious as to why you weren’t in bed in the first place.

“I… I kinda got lost in the books I was reading. I didn’t realize what time it was.” Your sleepy murmur sounds so pleased and content and I can’t help but hug you closer to my chest. I keep tellin’ myself that there’s no way I could possibly fall any more in love with you, but every day I find myself sinking deeper into my admiration of you.

Pushing open the door to our room, I set you gently on the bed, pulling the covers up over your shoulder to make sure you weren’t gonna be cold. As I take a step back, you let out a disappointed grumble.

“What was that?” I ask, spinning around, amused disbelief clear in my voice.

“Don’t go,” you pout, lifting your head slightly to flash those damned pleading eyes at me.

“I was gonna go get cleaned up first.”

“Come on, please?”

My resistance against you is pretty much zero at this point. I move back toward the bed, tossing off my jewelry ad my clothes until I’m left in just my undershirt and slacks.

Sinking into the bed, you spare no time in cuddling up to my side, letting out the most satisfied little hum as I drape my arm around your shoulder.

“You’ve really got me down bad for you y’know,” I murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, relishing the soft smell of your hair.

“Mmhmm.”

You bury your face in my chest, and in no time at all, you’re lettin’ out the cute little snores. I can’t believe how incredibly lucky I am to have you. I get to have you all to myself and that makes me happier than anything else ever could.

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