#i drew this while i was sick i’m gonna explODE

[fermentedgutz]

baking cookies w/ luigi, junior n king bowser! except bowser hasno idea what he’s doing!!!!

i mean, it’s the thought that matters

#bowuigi #bowser #luigi #mario bros #bowser jr #i’m going crazy #i love them so much #i drew this while i was sick i’m gonna explODE

[hobisstar]

Broken Dreams-

Drew McIntyre x Reader

Summary: Every time Drew looses it’s same, call, talk about how bad he wanted to win, question his best friend then that’s it. End of call. Not this time though. Y/N is sick and tired of the it and she won’t stand for it any longer. But what happens when they get into an argument after Clash at the Castle? How will it unfolded?

Warning: Soft but Angry Drew. Vulgar language and some kissing.

TAG List: @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore <3!! Thank you babes for wanting to be tagged! I hope you like it!

“Fucking Cheater…” Y/N mumbled as she watched the ending of Clash of Castle. Gosh, she felt bad for her best friend. Drew has been fighting and just trying to hard to win those belts, but it seems like luck, is just not on his side.

He deserves those belts. She feared that it’ll never happen but she knows not to loose hope. She turned the tv off after the ending of the match she was gonna text Drew that she was proud but she needed to see his face and hear his voice.

Y/N waited a little while then got on her computer and called Drew. When he answered she called loudly. Even though he didn’t win, she was still proud! He tore up that stadium and deserved every little congratulations and standing ovation!

“My bestie, You completely stole my heart and my tears today! I’m so proud of you!” She almost screamed into the computer. She was happy but Drew didn’t seem that way.

“Thank you, Doll… I… I needed to hear that…really.” He stated lightly, he felt like he let so many people down.

“Are you doing okay?” Y/N watched him roll his eyes. He scoffed and shrugged, “Yeah doll, I’m fine. Actually if you haven’t noticed I just got out of one hell of a match” Drew spoke sarcastically. “Drew I was just asking-“

“I fucking lost, Doll! Yeah the crowd loved me and all, but I wanted those titles! You don’t understand how hard I worked my damn ass off for those belts and see them slip away like that… it fucking breaks me.”

As usual, Drew is upset. Not the fact that he didn’t win, but because Y/N wasn’t there and her calling wasn’t making it any better. He tried to calm down, he knows it’s not her fault but he so wanted to just let all the anger out. He honestly doesn’t want to put it on her but he just exploded.

He’s tired of loosing to Roman for the titles, Y/N couldn’t agree more. Y/N just wished that Drew wouldn’t always have to start an argument when something like this happened. Being best friends is harder than it looks. She just wanted to congratulate him, tell him how much she love him. It was hard between them two. Of course they’ve had their …fun, but they only call it ya know… experiences..

“D, you don’t have to yell. I get it you are tired of-“

“No, Y/N, you don’t get it. Why didn’t you show up? Actually why did you call me just now? Why didn’t you call me this morning or yesterday before the paperview? Why did you wait?” He asked looking at the computer. Staring at her beautiful face.

“Drew, you know I had work I couldn’t make it especially with the flight times. I didn’t call you last night because… well It was late and I didn’t want to interrupt your preparation. I know me being there means the world to you but I feel like I throw you off whenever I’m around you. You said it before! You don’t like me me calling you days before your matches..” she mumbled the last part.

“I know you are pissed, I don’t blame you, D. With me not being there and the match, I get it. But taking it out on me every time something doesn’t go your way is not fair to me. I don’t come home from my shitty job and blame it on you or just complain about how bad the day was because I know it’s not fair on you. I just simply wish you would think about how I feel before you decide to lay everything on me like it’s my fault. Have a nice flight back home.”

Y/N hung up as soon as she was done talking. It wasn’t fair, It just wasn’t! Y/N knew that he was frustrated but she was damn tired of Drew sending his attitude onto her. He sighed and slammed his computer.

He instantly looked at the time and saw that almost 2 am, so he got ready for bed by having a quick shower, washing his face, brushing his teeth, and putting on fresh clothes then heading to bed. He needed to get all the sleep he could before his flight back to the states. Drew wanted to see Y/N as soon as he got off that flight, they already established a few weeks before his flight that she would pick him up from the airport and they could stay at her house until he had to go back to his home for Smackdown.

Early in the morning Y/N was dreading getting up. She knew Drew was gonna make her talk and he was definitely going to mention last nights phone call. Once she arrived at the Airport she saw Drew waiting outside, he was surprisingly the only person i mean its 4am so she wasn’t shocked. Drew smiled and got in the car after putting his bag in the back seat.

“Hey…” he said and y/n softly said “hi..” She put the car in the drive and started to drive. The air was all of a sudden thick and she couldn’t stand the silence and decided to turn on the radio. Drew looked at her and sighed “ Okay, why are you so silent?” She scoffed and looked at him.

“ You cant be serious. You honestly cant be serious, Drew. We literally got into an argument over the phone for me not going with you” He sighed and looked at her. “ Im sorry. I was just upset because I didnt win and I took it out on you.”

“ i understand that Drew. But what you don’t understand you are always doing that to me. You dont get your way then you take it out on me. Then you want to apologize and i think i will look past it and. Im tired of feeling like thats all our friendship has come to be.” She pulled into a empty parking lot because she didnt want to drive with arguing with Drew. Especially with his temper words would be let out that could hurt both of their egos.

Y/N turned the car off and looked at him. “ Its getting harder to be okay when that happens.” Drew returned her eye contact and he just felt heated. Why was he so attracted to her? Why did he have jealous thoughts when she wasn’t with him? Why did she make his heart skip multiple beats when he was with her? “He sighed and cursed under his breath.

“You know I don’t try to be so harsh on you. You don’t deserve it. You go through so much crap here and hate to make you feel like it’s hard to be with me when I know How much our friendship is an escape for the both of us. I don’t know why I do it it to you. It’s just so hard not seeing the person you want to reassure you not there.” He spoke looking at his hands then at her hand.

He smiled slightly when he saw the best friend ring still on her finger. Drew grabbed her hand and held it gently and tangled their hands together. She smiled lightly and he kissed her hand. He looked back at her and it felt like everything he ever worried about was lifted away.

“ I wanted you so bad, it’s killing me.” He spoke lowly and looked at her lips soon caressing it with his thumb. “I’m supposed to be mad at you.” She mumbled and looked away chuckling.

He lightly grabbed her face and made her look at him as he moved in. “Be mad at me later, Princess. I missed you and thinking about these lips made me miss you more” his lips landed on hers and they softly moved together in unison.

It started to get heated and Drew pulled her onto his lap gripping her ass once she was comfortable on-top of him. She pulled away for air and Drew growled slightly.

“Gosh I love you so much I can’t hide it anymore. You are the only one I want ever. I get so jealous when I’m not with you and it kills me. I’m pissed that I wanted to just stay friends after you confessed years ago. It broke me knowing that I only wanted you.”

He mumbled on and on but she laughed and covered his mouth. “ Drew, it’s okay. I understand. You needed time to definitely think and I gave you all the time you need and was willing to wait whenever you came around. No need to be jealous when I love you to space and back. No need to feel as though I’m with another man because I know for sure only you, the Scottish Psychopath can love me the way that you do. I love you, now hush up and kiss me.” Drew quite literally smashed his lips on her. He wanted to make up for lost time they could’ve been together and boy, was he about to. WINK WINK

#drew mcintyre x reader #drew mcintyre #the Scottish psychopath #Drew McIntyre wwe #Drew McIntyre one shot #wwe imagine #wwe smackdown #wwe raw #wwe one shot #wwe clash at the castle #wwe universe #wwe x reader #wwe drew mcintyre #wrestling

[hyenasnake]

Thought tumblr might appreciate this story so I’m gonna relay my Tale Of Woe™️ from the other day.

So my University hosted a trip to the New England Aquarium in Boston this past Saturday, and I love going to Boston so I signed up as soon as the invites went out. Because we’re not children anymore, we were basically set loose after the initial headcount and were told we had to meet at Faneuil Hall (down the street) at 6:30 to get back on the bus. So I enjoyed the aquarium for the majority of the day with my classmates, but had something else on my mind.

I’m a simple person, and I really wanted to stock up on Boston Goodies to take back to school with me. One of the Boston Goodies in particular that I wanted was Ube Cake. I am a greedy little slut for Ube Cake and unfortunately happen to live in an extremely White part of America where nobody makes Ube Cake (and I suck at making cake rolls). So whenever I go to Boston, I go to this little bakery in Chinatown called Bao-Bao to stock up on their pre-packaged Ube Rolls.

So after getting lunch I go to Bao Bao and unfortunately, they’ve sold out of their famous Ube Rolls for the day. But they have individual slices of Ube Crepe Cake! I’m a slut for Ube Cake, but I’m even more of a slut for crepes, so I buy a slice.

The lady who served me puts it in this little fold-up box that I can only describe as being a like a lamination sheet. I did not trust this box from the moment I saw it, especially considering that I was going to have to transport this cake in my backpack. So I resolve to be extra careful, and I check the box every so often to make sure it hasn’t exploded.

Fast forward a few hours and I get on the bus to go back to school. I had nearly had a cake-slip a few minutes prior while getting some stuff from Bova’s but had fixed the box and I just wanted to check it to make sure it was stable.

To my horror, the box has exploded and my Ube Cake is about to fall out into my dirty ass backpack. My containers from Bova’s do NOT have enough room for this piece of cake. I am a cornered animal and I am out of options.

So I begin to shovel this pile of purple crepes and whipped cream into my mouth like a lioness on a kill.

People were getting situated on the bus and just about everyone saw me. One person asked me “…Elsa are you just eating an entire head of cabbage?” I drew a self portrait to capture this primal moment with the help of several eyewitnesses.

So I eviscerate this cake down to one bite, and by now the bus is moving, the roads are bumpy, and I’m starting to feel slightly motion-sick so I put the last bite in one of my other pastry boxes. Now the main issue at hand is that my hands and face are absolutely covered in whipped cream.

On one hand, the school was nice to us and got us a coach bus for our travels because it’s a 5 1/2 hour drive from campus to the aquarium. So there’s a bathroom and a trash can right behind me because I’m sitting towards the back. I get up, throw the box away, and knock on the bathroom door but receive no answer, so I open it. It’s worth mentioning the lock on this bathroom door was broken… And I walk in on a guy who has been hitting on me all semester (despite knowing I’m a lesbian) taking a shit.

I quickly close the door and apologize and go back to my seat, mortified and still covered in whipped cream. I sat there covered in whipped cream for another fifteen minutes rethinking my life choices and every choice I made that led me to this moment, and then finally this guy comes out. I apologize again and he says, with a wink;

“Don’t worry. You haven’t seen all of me yet.”

And pats me on the shoulder before going back to his own seat. I sit there for a moment in silence, and my friend across the aisle is like “what the fuck???” But finally I get to go wash my hands. So I go into this bus bathroom that I hadn’t been in before…

Two Sentence Horror Story: There is No Sink. Only Hand Sanitizer.

This would have been worse if I hadn’t been somewhat of a road trip veteran, and I resolved this by taking some toilet paper and pouring water from my water bottle on it and wiping my hands down with that.

So yeah that’s my road trip tale of terror. How was everyone else’s weekend?

#personal #Boston #New England #Ube Cake #Ube #new england aquarium #uni life #student life #Who knew that cake would awaken such a primal moment? #when I told my mom this I showed her the drawing and she said ‘yeah not the first time I’ve seen you do that’ #so this is normal for me

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My Everything | GOT7 Scenario { Im Jaebum }

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♡ genre ; fluffy fluff, lightly suggestive, some body worship, sick reader, non-idol au

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You closed the door and immediately dumped your belongings onto the floor. After kicking off your heels, you flopped onto couch and smooshed a pillow on your face. As if that was gonna help.

Waking up with a headache was no shock to you, as it happened often, so you assumed that you would be able to bear the dull ache. However, as your workday progressed, so did your migraine. That dull ache turned into full on pounding, making it difficult to focus on your tasks. Not to mention that the pain caused some nausea that made it nearly impossible to eat your lunch. Since you had only a couple hours left, you decided to push through.

“Babe, are you okay?” Jaebum said as he knelt down next to you on the couch. “You don’t look so good.”

You groaned in response. Your husband gently rubbed your shoulder in attempts to comfort you.

“Y/N, tell me what’s wrong. What can I do for you?” he was clearly concerned.

Jaebum was always the sweetest, even when you weren’t married. He was always by your side, always there to comfort you when you needed it most. Jaebum’s been your rock for as long as you could remember.

“My head is feels like it’s gonna explode.” The pillow muffled the sound of your voice.

 By now the pain in your head was making it difficult to think straight. It was hard to distract your mind when all you could think about was your pulsating brain and how badly you wished this agony would end.

You heard your husband sigh as he stood up and walked away. Based on the sound of his footsteps, it seemed like he was walking towards the kitchen. But you couldn’t see of course, so this was just a guess. The sound of pills rattling around in a bottle could be heard echoing from the kitchen, followed by running water from the sink.

“Here,”

Jaebum removed the pillow that was resting on your face. The sudden bright light that was streaming in from the curtains burned your dilated pupils. You squinted your eyes and peered up at your husband holding out a glass of water for you.

“Take some medicine, it’ll make you feel better.” Jaebum said as he poured a couple pills from the bottle into your hand.

You did as you were told and took the medicine along with some sips of water. Then Jaebum took your hand and helped you stand up, which in theory shouldn’t hurt, but for some reason it made your head throb. You clutched the side of your head and leaned into your husband for balance as the ache grew heavier.

“Let’s get you a hot shower, hm?” Jaebum said.

You nodded in agreement.

He always hated seeing you in pain. What husband wouldn’t? Over the years, he had figured out a method to help relax you and at least lessen the pain from your headaches. It began with some medicine, followed by a hot shower, and finally a nap. This wasn’t full proof, but at least he knew how to assist you when you were miserable.

With his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you steady. Together you walked slowly, careful not to cause anymore intense throbbing. Once you reached the bathroom at the end of the hall, Jaebum turned the nozzle to warm up the water before gently undressing you.

The hot water was soothing as you let it run down your back, relaxing your muscles. Jaebum was right there next to you, doing all the work. He lathered up a loofah with some lavender bath wash and washed your body. He dropped down and gently rubbed the loofah up and down your legs. Which thank god he did, because you would probably pass out from the throbbing pain if you bent over to wash your legs. Though you still couldn’t shake the excruciating pain in your head, you couldn’t deny how good it felt to have Jaebum’s soapy hands stroking your thighs.  

After Jaebum rinsed the suds from your body, he tenderly massaged your shoulders to release the tension in your shoulders. You head instinctually fell back out of pleasure and enjoyed the touch of your husband. Jaebum laughed and a small smirk spread across his face as he watched you relish the sensation.

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Jaebum shut off the water and grabbed the two towels he had laid out for the both of you. He wrapped his towel around his waist before drying you off. Which again, if anything could help ease your pain, it was the touch of your husband. And Jaebum knew that. He softly patted the towel over every inch of your body until you were completely dry.

“Do you feel any better, baby? Cause you sure looked like you did in the shower.” Jaebum chuckled.

The man just washed and dried your naked body, and this comment is what made you blush. It didn’t matter how many years you’ve been together; Jaebum’s flirtatious comments still get you flustered.

“Yeah, I feel a little better.” You replied as you walked over to the counter and applied some moisturizer to your face.

You gently rubbed your temples, relaxing your facial muscles. You took deep breaths and tried to release any built-up tension in your eyebrows. Just then, Jaebum snaked his arms around you and placed a few tender kisses on your collarbone. His bare chest up against your back sent waves of pleasure down your spine.

“How about we climb into bed for a nap? You need to get some rest, baby.” Jaebum cooed.

You agreed and he took your hand, leading you into the bedroom. As you sorted through your drawer for a pair of comfortable panties; Jaebum pulled out one his hoodies that you would constantly steal, along with a tshirt and some boxers for himself.

“Let’s put this on,” Jaebum said as he gestured you to raise your arms. “You must be freezing.”

And you were, which was evident by your hard nipples.

Jaebum helped you put on the oversized hoodie and pulled up the hood over your still damp hair. Before dressing himself, he softly kissed your forehead.

“I don’t deserve him.” You thought to yourself as you slipped on your underwear.

You laid down in bed while Jaebum drew the curtains before joining you in bed. He pulled the covers up, tucking the both of you in. The fuzziness of the blanket felt warm and cozy against your bare legs. Jaebum wrapped his arms around you for what felt like the millionth time that day. You snuggled up to your husband, resting your head on his chest. The pounding in your head seemed to match the pounding of his heart.

This man is your everything, and he is yours. 

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[missymurphy1985]

Chance Encounter (sequel to The Premiere)

What happens when y/n and Cillian bump into each other again off set? Will their little agreement still stand?

Warning : Smut

Taglist - @queenshelby @peakyscillian @margoo0 @being-worthy @noctvrnalmoth @janelongxox

Your hair was done, your makeup flawless (if you did say so yourself) and you were finally ready. Your former costar Natasha was getting married and she'd invited you to the reception. You'd booked your hotel room and silently prayed to the god of all that is holy that Cillian was invited too. You knew your agreement half a year ago was that if you "worked together" again, you'd hook up, but surely agreements could have the odd caveat here and there, right? You just hoped he was still single... There had been plenty of buzz about him and a girl from back home reconnecting a few months ago but you'd never plucked up the courage to ask him outright. Last thing you wanted was to look desperate but truth be told? You were. A little. Okay, a lot, but you hid it well - no one had any inkling anything had happened that night at the casino, and that's just how you liked it. The rumour mill had piped down, even after THAT interview. But deep down you wanted more of the man that had truly captivated you. It annoyed you that he wasn't on any social media - there was no way of keeping in touch other than via text/call but neither of you had made contact with the other after that night.

You smoothed down your dress and grabbed your handbag. One quick check on your hair, and you made your way to the lift. Pressing the 'down' button, you felt two strong hands suddenly clinch your waist, making you (and your heart) jump.

"Too easy, y/n..." You spun on your heels and came face to face with Cillian, praying your foundation covered your burning cheeks. Game face on, you slapped his arm playfully. The tickle and slap had been your 'thing' all the way through Peaky Blinders.

"Mr Murphy, how the devil are you?" He embraced you warmly, greeting you the same way on old friend would - had he moved on?

"I'm excited to be here with everyone again, can't wait to see Tash's dress!" You smiled breaking away from him, hoping he couldn't feel your heart practically exploding through your dress.

"She'll look beautiful I'm sure." You held eye contact for a little longer than you should have, before the lift door pinged. Inside were Finn and Joe Cole, obviously having caught the lift from a higher floor. It suddenly dawned on you that your room was on the same floor as Cillian's... Stop it y/n...

"Hey!!! Peaky Reunion in full swing now!" Your onscreen brother and cousin pulled you both in for hugs as Cillian pressed the button for the ground floor.

Entering the large foyer, the beauty of the hotel where the reception was being held was breathtaking. The wedding flowers, lilies and roses, lined the corridors, leading the way to the large reception hall at the bottom of the corridor. Entering the room, you found the other cast members on a table together in the corner, and saw 4 empty seats around the table. Approaching the table plan in the corner, you groaned inwardly to see Natasha had placed you and Cillian right next to each other.

"Should be a fun evening, y/n.. what you drinking?" Cillian nudged you with a wink. Why was he so damn hard to read??

"Gin and lemonade please," you smirked, and he made his way to the bar with Joe. Finn joined you at the table, smirking at you.

"That flame still burning there y/n?" He nudged you as you took your seats. Finn one side of you, Cillian the other.

Conversation flowed around the table easily, the group of you catching up on the last six months. Most of you having taken a break from any kind of work for a while out of choice.

"I hear your love life is improving there Cillian!" Joe laughed, playfully punching the top of Cillian's arm. He didn't respond, just smiled shyly and rolled his eyes. Your heart dropped, he HAD moved on then..

He caught your eye and went to speak to you, before the music kicked in and the DJ announced the arrival of Natasha and her husband into the room. You all stood, cheering and clapping as the beautiful bride and her dashing husband entered, grinning like Cheshire Cats. The conversation with Cillian would have to wait...

The end of the night drew close and you were stood at the bar with a tipsy Natasha talking about her father's embarrassing yet beautiful speech, when the music suddenly turned down a notch. You were so happy for her, she looked absolutely radiant.. but the feelings in your heart were almost painful. You'd avoided Cillian all night, much to his dismay. He'd tried talking to you but you were determined to keep your distance. He was clearly taken, and you wouldn't dream of getting in the way of that. You couldn't help but notice him watching you from a distance throughout the night though, and you regularly scanned the room to check he was still around somewhere. Occasionally your eyes met, and you looked away quickly every time.

Natasha's wedding song played again through the speakers for the second time, the DJ inviting all the couples in the room up to the dance floor. Natasha kissed you cheek and hugged you, before heading off to find her new husband.

You felt those familiar hands on your waist, but they didn't tickle like normal, they gently turned you round in a 180 degree turn.

"Stop avoiding me." Those blue eyes pierced into yours.

"Very sure of yourself there, aren't you?"

"Every time I've got within 2 feet of you, you've moved away. I've tried to talk to you and you suddenly need the toilet.. or a cigarette.. or just plain walked away. Forgive me for thinking you were keeping a deliberate distance from me y/n." He looked serious, a side you rarely saw in him. He almost looked hurt.

"Listen, Cill.. you're clearly with someone okay? And I'm.. I'm just.. it's okay.. It really is. I -" His lips suddenly fell onto yours, silencing you, taking you completely by surprise. Now that, you weren't prepared for. You suddenly no longer cared about anyone else in the room, you lost yourself in his embrace, your kiss quickly becoming heated as your tongues met.

"What are you doing..." You breathed, pulling away.

"I'm not seeing anyone y/n, I never was. That girl is my publicist - yes we dated but we were 16.. she's married now, to my best friend ironically.. I'm single."

"Well you've just kissed me in a room full of people.."

"I know.. and I'll deal with that later, but right now I really don't care. I've been wanting to do that ever since that night."

"Why didn't you call me?" His hands were caressing your arms lightly as he chuckled to himself.

"I chickened out." You stifled a laugh.

"Me too... I didn't want to be the first to text!"

"Thank god Tash got married eh? How long you reckon we'd have gone on without talking for?"

"Oh come on, did you think you two sitting together at the table was a coincidence?" Joe appeared suddenly behind you at the bar. You both turned to look at him. "You two have been like lovestruck teenagers since Peaky finished - frankly we were sick of hearing about it!" You were stunned.. nobody knew? Did they?

"We all bloody knew." Joe was a mind-reader now, apparently. Cillian's hand found yours, and led you to the dance floor. You followed, positively glowing now, as he pulled you close to him, gently swaying with you to the music.

"Which room are you staying in?" He whispered in your ear, a hand running up your spine.

"Yours..." Your hands ran up the length of his arms, over his shoulders. The navy blue suit bringing out the blue in his eyes perfectly as he pulled you close for another kiss.

"What do you say we head there now.." that voice would be the death of you, as it whispered in your ear again. You could feel his arousal through his trousers as you nodded, kissing him again. He took off his suit jacket and held it over his crotch as you both made your way quickly to the lift, luckily no one stopping you.

Your bodies met in the elevator again, your body being pushed against the wall as he lifted you up to wrap your legs round his waist. His core grinding into yours. Your fingers tugging his hair as he kissed a trail down your neck.

"Need to stop or I swear I'm gonna fuck you in this lift y/n.." you shuddered at the deepness of his voice, when the door to the elevator opened and he carried you to his hotel room. Opening the door, your legs still wrapped around him, he carried you to the large dresser by the window and sat you on it, hitching your dress up and over your waist, pulling your underwear down your long, slender legs.

"I never got to taste you last time..." You groaned from the pulsing feeling in your core as he parted your legs and kissed a trail up your thighs. Meeting your core, his tongue traced over your clit painfully slowly as your back arched.

"Oh god... Yes.." working a slow rhythm at first, he added more pressure as you started to rock against his mouth, needing more and needing it now. "Feels so good..."

"You taste perfect y/n..." His assault continued with fervour, he soon had your back arched as you came against his tongue. Coming down from your high he got back to his feet as you breathed heavily into another kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.

"I want you.. now Cillian..." The primal desire in his eyes was almost too much as you unbuckled his belt and trousers, letting them fall to the floor. Cupping his erection through his Calvin Kleins you felt him shudder slightly and gasp, standing you up to lift your dress over your head and unclasp your bra. His shirt was quickly removed as you pushed him backwards to fall onto the bed. Hooking your fingers in the waist band of his boxers shorts, you pulled them down allowing his hard cock to spring free. Giving it a gentle lick from the base to the tip, you sank your mouth down over it causing him to grip your hair and moan primally, never taking his eyes off you.

"Fuck.. your mouth feels good... Mm..." Your mouth was dancing over his shaft, a hand cupping his balls as you played with them.

Feeling his balls start to tighten, you lifted your mouth off him, bringing your body up the bed to meet his. His blue eyes were now almost black - you needed him inside you.. reading your mind he flipped you onto your front, opening your legs and lining himself up.

"Still on that coil thing?" He looked at you. You nodded, and he pushed into you slowly. You gasped at the invasion, he filled you up even better than he did before. Watching his eyes scrunch shut as he bottomed out, you smiled. He was perfect in every way, shape and form.. and after tonight's very public display, was he yours?

"I've wanted this for months... In fact I've wanted YOU for years..." You panted, lifting your hips to meet his gentle thrusts.

"You have me.. all of me.. you always have.." he thrusted between each sentence, sending shockwaves through you. He wasn't fucking you, he was making love to you.

He lifted you up, your legs wrapped round his waist as you moved together. Your lips met his as he ran his fingers smoothly down your spine, your arms wrapped over his shoulders as his thrusts met your hips perfectly. Your nails ran along his sculpted back, as he planted soft kisses over your collarbone. You had never felt anything like it - your bodies slotted together like jigsaw pieces, but you needed more. Turning your bodies, you pushed him onto his back and sank back onto his cock.

Rocking back and forth, building a steady rhythm you felt his hands roaming over your breasts causing you to ride a little harder.

"You're perfect, y/n, you know that? Absolutely perfect..." His eyes and hands were all over you. Pulling your waist up and down, he took over, lifting you slightly so he could thrust upwards, hitting that sweet spot inside easily. You brought a hand down to rub your clit as he began to pound harder into you from below, your orgasm drawing closer and closer.

"I'm gonna... Oh god Cillian I'm gonna cum..."

"Let me feel you... Let it happen baby I've got you..." You exploded over him, the most powerful orgasm you'd ever had. You felt your juices coat him, as your hand stopped rubbing his quickly took over, making you scream as he continued the pressure on your clit and your insides. You froze as you suddenly felt yourself lose complete control of your body, gushing over his chest as he made your pussy squirt hard over his chest and stomach.

He watched you, mesmerised as you cried his name, chest heaving from the force of your orgasm. Breathing heavily, trying to control himself and not end this too soon, he paused his thrusts as you came down from your high.

"Fuck... Jesus.. that's never happened before I'm sorry!" You gasped, coming back down to earth.

"Don't ever be sorry for that - I'm doing that to you every single time from now on.. fuck that felt incredible..." He growled and turned you over to lie on your back. He re-entered you, slipping in easily, and moved inside you again. You reached behind you to grab the bedframe.

"Give me everything... Everything you have..." He was like a wild animal, his hips pounding into you again. He was panting in your ear, sending you into heaven and back as you wrapped your legs round his waist, pulling him deep.

"Good girl... That's it... I'm gonna -" he lost the ability to speak as he came hard, deep inside you, his body collapsing on top of yours. You ran your nails over his shoulders, feeling his breathing calm.

You lay tangled together for a while, just enjoying the feel of each others skin, listening to each other breathe, placing soft, gentle kisses on each other. He pulled out slowly, and lay next to you.

The silence wasn't awkward, but you had to break it.. you had to know..

"Cill?"

"Hmm.." his eyes were closed, but he lifted an arm for you to move into. You didn't, you stayed where you were. He opened his eyes and looked at you. "What's wrong?"

"What is this? What are we doing? I mean, I'm not expecting anything.. I just.. listen.. don't be mad.. but I've thought about that night every single day and I don't think I can carry on doing this if you don't actually want me, okay?"

"I kissed you in a room FULL of people y/n, what does that tell you?"

"I don't -"

"I want you, okay? Not just as a fuck, but all of you. You and me - what do you say?" Your eyes gazed into his. Everything you'd ever wanted was waiting in them. You settled into his arms and allowed yourself to drift off in his arms. The safest, and most comfortable you'd ever felt.

*************************************************

More cameras flashing, more screams.. another premiere. This time for your latest movie - you'd been cast as the lead role in Danny Boyle's latest blockbuster and you were leading the rest of the cast on the red carpet. Your dress showing off your curves perfectly.

You stood in line with your castmates smiling, when a pair of ocean blue eyes caught your attention off to the left. You couldn't help but grin when he winked at you, you could feel how proud he was of you. You heard the event manager call for individual photos, and you stayed on the red carpet smiling for the cameras.

"Can we get one of you and Cillian, y/n?" One of the photographers asked, and the others all shouted in agreement. You shook your head, knowing how much he hated these events, and PDAs even more, but you were cut off by the man himself approaching you smiling.

"Why not, eh?" We wrapped his arms round your waist and stood happily having his photo taken. He was just too proud not to, he wanted the world to know.. taking your hand in his, he led it to your belly, suddenly the fans in the background went wild screaming, the photographers suddenly noticing the roundness of your stomach and catching onto the exclusive news.

You felt a warmth running through you - it truly didn't get better than this, as you gazed into your fiance's eyes and stole a kiss.

#cillian murphy #cillian smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x smut

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

@sicktember #1

Prompt # 1: Fever

Title: Damn Nick Fury

Fandom: Avengers/MCU

To kick Sicktember off, I'm starting with some classic Avengers sickfic. This is actually part of a longer work that I posted many moons ago on AO3. Still one of my favorite whump fics that I've written.

Clint Barton breathed slowly and deeply as he drew back his bow, sighting in his next target. He was so far unnoticed by the cultists they were fighting, perched high in a tree as he was. Below, Natasha was baiting and dodging them with ease, dispatching one every now and then to keep them occupied. Clint's task was to pick them off as she did so.

Another arrow met its mark.The archer sniffled wetly as he reloaded while cold water continued to trickle down the back of his collar. He had made Fury aware a day or so ago that he had a mild cold, as was his duty as an assassin. If he wasn’t at one hundred percent, his commander needed to know. However, Fury had insisted he and Nat take this mission, since no one else was available. The soaking rain they encountered when they arrived was unexpected. However, it turned out the rain had actually made it easier to obtain the objective of this particular mission. Meanwhile though, it was making Clint thoroughly miserable. Compared to other missions it was going quickly, but the five hour stakeout leading up to the current fight had not been pleasant in the continuous downpour, even up in a tree.

Wiping his nose on his shoulder, Cint again loosed an arrow. Only five more cultists to go. Then they could loot the bunker, get the map they needed, and go home. A drip of water hit him right in the eye, and he growled to himself, inwardly cursing Fury. He had started to shiver an hour ago, though he made sure his hands were steady as ever. He couldn’t wait to take a long, hot shower and sleep for at least twelve hours. He only needed to hold out a little longer.

The tickle in his throat had gradually become a low, irritating ache. He coughed softly. The sound did little to make his throat feel better, but it did make the nearest cultist look up at him. Before the man could do anything other than widen his eyes, Clint’s arrow ended him expertly.

Hawkeye sighed wearily. Four more to go.

~~~~~~~~~~

Thirty-six hours later, Clint and Natasha were relaxing on the couch in Avengers Tower. Natasha had her legs tucked up under her and was reading a book while Clint had his head pillowed in her lap with his arm flung over his eyes. Suddenly, his breath hitched warningly. Natasha lifted her arm in a practiced way to give him room to turn and bury his face into a tissue:

"HehyYIIZSHHhoo! hihtESHHHiew!"

She looked down at him with an irritated sound. "That is the third time you've sneezed in as many minutes. I'm making zero progress in this book. You're going to be finding yourself a new pillow in a minute here. Plus I'll kill you if you get me sick."

He sniffled wetly and blew his nose before replacing his head in her lap with a weak cough. "Aww, you would ndever kill mbe, 'Tash. I'mb the only one who puts up with your crap. But I'mb sorry. I can'dt help the sneezing. It's mbaking mbe mbiserable too if that helps."

She sighed in an annoyed way, but couldn't help looking down at him fondly. "You're lucky I know you well enough to understand what you're saying. And you're also lucky that it just so happens to be true that we tolerate each other better than most, so you're safe from assassination for now."

"Blame Fury. This cold wasn't so bad until I had to sid oud id the rain for hours." He sniffled thickly again, barely turning his head away as he followed it up with a cough.

Natasha made a face, swatting his shoulder lightly. "You're gross. Cover your mouth when you cough. And I don't *have* you let you lay here, you know. You have a perfectly comfortable bed only a short elevator ride away."

" 'm cold though. And if I go ubstairs there's ndo one to mbake mbe tea." He swiped at his reddened nose with the tissue, trying to look extra pitiful.

"You're extra whiny when you're sick. Not a good look on you, Hawk." She carded her fingers once through his hair. "And you're just cold because you're a little feverish."

Instead of replying, Clint halfway sat up again and brought a tissue to his nose, breath scissoring and nostrils flaring.

Natasha groaned as Clint once more exploded into a sneezing fit:

"Gihh-ESSHHshuuu! hehKSHHHshuu!" He coughed, then sneezed again: "ERRSHHhuh! Hih'EZSHHyue! --guhhh." Clint miserably rubbed the space between his eyebrows, slowly lowering himself once again to Natasha's lap.

"Apparently my partner has managed to catch the world's sneeziest cold. How did I get so lucky?"

Once again Clint was kept from replying as Natasha's communicator began to ring. She glanced at the screen, then at Clint.

"It's Fury," she warned.

Clint quickly sat up. She answered the device, turning it so they could both see. Fury's single eye met theirs, looking as serious and commanding as ever.

"Good, you're both here. Barton… your nose looks red. How are you feeling?"

"Aboud the sabe I guess. Sneezy."

"And feverish," Natasha said with a warning look at her partner.

"How feverish?"

"Ndot very. One hundred or so," Clint mumbled.

"That's… not ideal. But I don't have any other option… if at all possible, we need you both out in the field again ASAP. We've discovered a small Hydra base, but it's a crucial one. Some of their brainiest goons are posted there, working on something big. From some communication we intercepted, it sounds like their project is almost finished. I need eyes out there immediately. Recon only for now. Think you can handle that?"

The assassins glanced at each other. "We're good to go," said Clint firmly, though the sore-sounding rasp in his voice betrayed him slightly.

"I hope so. Don't disappoint me. I expect you in the air in an hour or less." With that their director ended the call.

Barton and Romanov glanced at each other once more, this time with a weary sigh from Clint before they stood and went to get ready.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Barton! What's your situation?"Natasha's voice crackled over the com.

"Being... chased by three. Heading... to the roof… of the base," Clint gasped around labored breathing.The metal steps made a sharp clanking noise as the archer sprinted up them, nocking an arrow as he went.

"Can you handle them on your own?"

"We'll… see...," he panted, sweat rolling into his eyes. "Backup… would be nice...."

"I'll be there as soon as I can. I've got 4 of my own. Hang in there, Hawk!" The line went dead for the time being.

"I'm gonna … kill Fury…," he mumbled breathlessly as he reached the roof. He darted to the far side of the area and spun around, taking a knee and aiming his bow at the stairway he had just vacated. The sounds of the three Hydra agents sprinting up behind him were unmistakable, but he was as ready as he was going to be.

"This was supposed to be... an easy recon mission, but noooooo…. It's another... full-on assault," he continued to mumble, trying to catch his breath as the shouting on the stairs got louder.

As an extra stroke of bad luck, it was pouring rain here too. Clint flipped the water out of his eyes with a toss of his head, his hair and clothes hanging on him limply. He hadn't stopped shivering since they'd gotten off the jet. His teeth were now chattering and his fingers were blue with cold. His throat was absolutely burning now, raw and inflamed, the pain exacerbated from running. He couldn't suppress a hoarse barking cough just as the first baddie poked his head through the opening. Clint dispatched him immediately, but the two still coming up were not dissuaded.

The second goon got lucky. Clint's hand slipped on the bow a fraction, and the Hydra agent got hit in the shoulder instead of the heart. The archer knew he was in trouble now. With trembling hands, he managed to kill number three with a final arrow, but the one he had wounded, by far the biggest of them all, continued to advance menacingly.

Hand-to-hand combat was evidently imminent. On any other day Clint could have made short work of this, but this miserable, feverish cold had him operating at around fifty percent capacity and falling. Clint pulled out his knives with shaky hands and another rasping cough. When his opponent was a foot away, Clint tried to leap up to get in the first hit. Instead he slipped and staggered, and the Hydra agent's fist, with all of his weight behind it, caught him in the ribs. Clint heard a dull cracking sound as he was flooded with pain, but he couldn't pause. He spun and ducked, trying to avoid the worst of the blows while trying to get in some of his own. At least ⅓ of his opponent's swings met their target though, and in minutes Clint was battered and bruised, barely clinging to consciousness.

He knew he only had enough stamina for one more try. In a split second, while the Hydra agent was off-balance winding up for another swing, Clint leapt once more, and at last his knife met its mark.

As the baddie crumpled to the ground, so did Hawkeye, wheezing weakly, every breath agonizing. He activated his com as his vision threatened to gray out:

"Roof... clear. Good...Nat?"

"All clear down here too. Mission complete. Nice job, Hawk. Let's turn this bunker inside out and go home."

"Mmph."

"You good, Barton?" she asked, concern suddenly in her voice.

"Gonna need... medevac… Won't… make it down… stairs…."

If Natasha replied, he did not hear her. He let his head fall against the cool, wet metal and let the grayness overtake his vision.

~~~~~~~~~~

48 hours later found Clint lying on a bed in S.H.E.I.L.D. medical with broken ribs and and a confirmed case of pneumonia. He was drifting in and out of consciousness from the drugs they were giving him, but his ears perked up when he heard Natasha arguing with someone nearby.

"He's stable. Not on oxygen. Fever is controlled. He can tolerate oral meds. There's no reason he needs to stay. I promise you, he won't recover while he's here. You need to discharge him home."

The haughty-looking orderly she was speaking with huffed angrily, muttering about shortness of breath and heart rate and changing oxygen requirements.

Clint let himself drift off again to the sound of their voices, trusting his partner to deal with the situation. A cool hand on his cheek awakened him a little while later. He blearily opened his eyes to meet Natasha's, for of course it was she that had roused him.

"We're busting you out of here," she whispered with a little smile. "They're bringing a wheelchair now."

"Thangk god," Clint groaned. "And thangk *you*, 'Tash. You're a lifesaver."

"Eh, you've saved my life plenty of times too. I think we're pretty even."

It took some maneuvering to get a very breathless, battered, and achy Clint out of the bed and into the wheelchair, but they managed it with minimal damage. Once he was settled in the chair, Natasha wheeled him away to their rooms.

Inside Clint's suite, they again had to coordinate getting him from the chair to his bed. Natasha was grateful Clint's pain tolerance was high, because she knew the transfer was far rougher without the assistance of the medical staff. He didn't make a sound throughout the process however, though his face was drawn in pain. As soon as he was settled though, he let out the breath he'd been holding in a rush, which quickly became a nasty coughing fit. He had trouble catching his breath for several moments even after the fit ended. He gasped and wheezed and clutched his ribs, sweaty and reddened and miserable. Natasha could only watch helplessly, stroking his hair to try to help him relax.

"Damn Fury," he croaked weakly when he could finally speak. "This fugcking sucks. "

"Language, please. But I can't argue with you there."

"I'mb gonna kill himb for sending me od thad mission."

"I think he got his just desserts since now his best archer is out of commission for a few months. But at least it seems like the sneezy part of your cold is better."

"You h- had to s- hih- say sumbthing, dih- dn't you?" Clint croaked, gingerly bracing his ribs as his breath scissored and his red nose twitched:

"Gih'tsschh! Ghhnxt'chf! Oh Fugck. Ow! Ow ow ow...." Clint groaned, gritting his teeth, eyes squeezed shut in pain. "Not doing that again."

"Yeah, stifling is probably not wise. Poor sick guy," Natasha murmured, carding his hair with her fingers as they waited for Clint's pain to subside.

After a moment, Clint opened one eye, looking suspicious. " 'Poor sigck guy?' Who are you and what have you done with mby partner?"

Natasha smirked as she sat on the edge of his bed. "Would you prefer I call you a whiny asshole?"

"Yes. Maybe. I dunno," Clint mumbled with a weary sigh and a grimace of pain as he exhaled.

"Well too bad for you, because right now *my* partner is sick and miserable and I plan to baby him at least a little until he's feeling better."

"Guess I'mb nodt complainig," Clint mumbled, stifling a cough, which only made him clutch his ribs in pain. "Hurts whed I cough. Hurts whed I try not to cough. Fugck me."

"Language, seriously. But what can I do to help? You need water, food, drugs, anything?"

"Nodt hungry or thirsty. Too sood for drugs. I just want to sleeb, 'Tash."

"That sounds like a good plan. I'll leave you be then. But I'll be back to check on you soon." She stood up right away, fussing around and tidying up his nightstand area before moving toward the door.

" 'Tash?"

She turned expectantly.

" 'm still cold," he mumbled thickly, looking pale and weary now.

Her face softened affectionately. "Well you're still running a fever, hotshot. You're gonna feel cold."

He groaned pathetically. She moved to his side once more.

"Aww, you're shivering," she murmured, stroking his cheek.

"Told you, I'mb freezing…."

She sighed, looking at him fondly. "Is this you trying to say that you need some extra body heat in bed with you for a while?"

He looked at her pleadingly.

"Okay, okay, no more puppy eyes. I'm coming. But if you get me sick--"

"I know, I know, you'll kill mbe. I'll try ndot to share."

"That's all I ask." She kicked off her shoes and slid into bed beside him, doing her best to jostle around as little as possible. They carefully arranged themselves so that Clint was tucked against Natasha, most of his weight resting against her, while her weight was against the stack of pillows behind them. This position seemed to cause the archer the least pain, and in fact he relaxed against her right away, his breathing deepening.

" I'mb sorry I'mb so warmb. You'll probably swelter," mumbled Clint sleepily.

"It's not the first time I've slept with you when you're running a fever, and I'm sure it won't be the last. As long as you're warm enough."

"Am now," he breathed, nearly asleep.

"Then that's all that matters to me."

#sicktember2021 #sickfic #everyone is hotter with a fever #prompt 1

[trashytummiez]

Professor Sickly

@squidbiscuit drew an amazing Professor Kukui feeling nauseous and burpy.  So you know that means I have to write something for it. ;3

Kukui had a pretty strong stomach.  Even before they were married, Burnett was always awestruck at how much her dark skinned husband could eat through.  But Kukui was also a man of varying tastes, and sometimes that meant eating new things that didn’t always agree with him.

He was sitting weakly up on their couch.  His usual friendly and confident smile was replaced with a sickly, groggy frown.  Kukui’s labcoat, hat and shades were gone.  He just sat there shirtless and huffing nauseously with his hand over his mouth and salivating a little more heavily than usual.  Next to him was a bin just in case.

Kukui’s stomach was gurgling oppressively.  It was a loud and really acid-heavy gurgle that made him cringe when it rumbled forth.  He wrapped an arm around his middle and slumped forward with his hand over his mouth nervously, as if he was willing himself not to puke.

“Ungh, ohh god...”

“Poor baby,” Burnett said sympathetically when she arrived and rested the side of her hand against Kukui’s forehead.  His half-naked body was visibly sweaty.  He certainly felt warmer than usual, but not feverishly so.  “Had to have been something you ate earlier.  Where’d you go?”

Kukui held a finger up to pause the conversation and pushed his fist against his lips with a miserable look on his face.  There was a loud gurgle erupting from his stomach, which made him cringe even harder.  He grabbed the bin and brought it to his mouth.  Kukui spat a few times into the bin but otherwise, nothing came up his throat except for a bit of drool.

He blew off to the side.  His breath was warmer and tasted grosser than usual. He tried sniffing to get a clue of was causing him so much intestinal distress but it told him nothing except that he could probably use a mint right now.  “I don’t remember what I ate.  I just know that it probably tasted a lot better going down than it will coming up...”

Kukui was a bit of a glutton.  Burnett decided a while ago that whenever he got himself sick from eating too much that he’d have to ride it out since it was his own fault.  But Kukui’s stomach was flat.  It stuck out a little because of his nausea but this time, Kukui didn’t pig out the way he always did.  

Besides, usually when Kukui ate too much and was whining in bed, Burnett would think it was more funny than anything else.  Seeing him sick and suffering wasn’t fun at all.

So this time, she took pity on her goodnatured husband.

She sat down on the couch next to him and started rubbing his aching, churning belly.  

Kukui sighed softly and leaned back a little as if leaning into his wife’s magic touch.  He huffed shakily while Burnett rubbed his churning stomach in soft circles.  Nausea came in waves.  He would occasionally bring a fist to his mouth and puff out his cheeks.  Kukui looked like he needed to burp really badly, but there was this look of uncertainty in his eyes.  He was trying to softly release the pressure in tiny intervals because he was scared if he didn’t, he’d puke right there on the spot.

Burnett continued taking care of Kukui’s tummy.  She gently pushed her fingers into his soft warm flesh, stroking the area around his belly button especially, from that smooth patch of flesh above it down to the area where his happy trail would’ve been if he had an ounce of hair on his tanned stomach.  Kukui took in deep breaths that made his stomach expand a little until he exhaled the air.

“And you wonder why I’m not as eager to always ‘try new things’,” Burnett teased while she stroked her husbands aching belly.

Kukui managed a weak smirk and lightly nudged his wife in the arm, trying not to move too much and upset his stomach even more.  “...Can’t eat spicy curry forever...”

“Watch me,” she responded and continued to run her palm gently across the surface of his smooth, soft stomach, making sure not to press down too hard.  Kukui’s stomach was usually a little firmer.  After all, there was a reason he always rocked around bare chested most days, he was in great shape.  But the distress within his gut caused some mild bloat, softening his stomach to the touch and making it feel more delicate than usual.  Meaning she had to be extra careful with it while she rubbed.

She felt her husbands stomach quiver inside as it churned and tightened itself into knots that made Kukui recoil in a sickly manner.  She shushed the poor young professor and massaged his tummy with her whole palm, rubbing it like she always did when they cuddled at night.  It was a familiar feeling to him that always brought Kukui comfort.

He was still sweat heavily and looked like he was one wrong movement away from puking intensely, but the tummy rubs certainly helped him ease up just  a little bit.  And apparently, the gut rubs were doing something because it loosened his twisted stomach up.  Enough for Kukui to actually muffle a pretty deep burp into his fist.  He blew away from his wife and groaned a little.

That gave Burnett an idea.

She got up from the couch and headed back to the kitchen.  There she grabbed a large cup and poured some ginger ale into it.  Kukui kept his fist hovering around his mouth, his cheeks puffing again as he blew out nauseously.  By the time Burnett arrived, another gas bubble worked its way up and this time Kukui couldn’t hold it in.

oooooOOOOOOOORRRRRP!!!

Kukui let go a deep burp into his fist that got a little louder at the end.  Burnett smirked when she returned and teasingly said, “Heh, charming.”

“Ungh, sorry, huh...” the sickly professor muttered, still looking plenty green.

But Burnett simply leaned over and felt his sweaty forehead again with the back of her hand and said, “Don’t be.  Sounds like your tummy really needed it.”  Which was why she handed her husband that ginger ale cup she was holding.  “Drink this.  It should help get some gas out and settle your tummy a little bit.”

Kukui’s face soured.  He really didn’t want to put anything else in his stomach when it was churning so painfully.  But one look at his wife’s assuring smile and he was in.  He took the cup and looked down into it, seeing the bubbles rise and pop endlessly.  No doubt, the inside of that cup wasn’t dissimilar to what was going on in his belly right now.

Burnett sat down and rubbed Kukui’s stomach some more as he proceeded to drink the soda.  He closed his eyes tightly as the bubbly liquid poured down his throat with some tentatively big gulps.  Kukui looked miserable when he drank, but he went along with it.  Already his stomach was becoming a little more reactive with the introduction of all that carbonation pouring into his gut.

A ways into the cup, he pulled it away from his mouth and exhaled in a strained sort of way.  He slumped forward a little bit and it felt like a wave splashed inside of his belly.  Then Kukui burped.  And it was a big one too.

BwruuuUH-OOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRP!!!!!

Kukui’s eyes widened as he tried to hold a hand around his mouth while that big eruption rolled out of him.  Burnett’s hand was still rested against Kukui’s belly.  She could literally feel that one rumble out of her husband.

“Wow, that was...louder than I thought it was gonna be,” Burnett said, surprised but a little amused.  “Feel better at least?”

Kukui clenched his eyes shut and held a finger up.  Then he hit his bare chest a few times to work another grizzly burp out of his throat, followed by a weaker one after.  He exhaled heavily and slumped forward a little.  

“Oooohhh god,” he groaned weakly, but sighed in a way that sounded relieved after.  He rubbed his face with exhaustion and said, “I’m sorry for being so gross, hun, but...whew...”

Burnett simply smiled and very gently patted his belly.  “That just means it’s working.  Don’t worry about being gross or not.  Just drink up.”

Kukui wasn’t one to disagree after the hint of genuine relief he felt so he drank some more ginger ale.  With that big gas bubble out of his belly, he downed his drink a little faster while Burnett continued rubbing his belly to help circulate the excess air inside.  The more Kukui drank, the more she could feel his stomach get just a little bit bigger from all the carbonation filling him up.

After getting the rest of the soda down, Kukui set the cup aside and almost instantly burped so hard that Burnett almost thought the couch was rattling.  Kukui gasped, it almost took his breath away.  He leaned forward a little, grasping at his knees when he burped again.  Kukui burped really deeply after that, as in there was a lot of rumble to it, like the ones that came directly from his chest.

Burnett climbed up and sat directly behind Kukui since he was slumping so far away from the cushion of the couch.  She leaned right up against his back and wrapped her arms around his waist until both of her hands were squarely planted against his turbulent stomach.  “Good boy.  Get it all out,” she insisted, digging the tips of her fingers just a little firmly into his belly.

In response, her husband let rip a really raunchy burp, one that sounded especially guttural and caused him to drool a little, which ended in a weaker burp.  But then she squeezed a little against his stomach and he proceeded to tense up momentarily before a huge, gassy burp exploded from his very depths.

BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUPH!!!!!!!!

That one had to be a record.  It was so incredibly loud and stretched on for a few seconds straight.  Burnett could feel Kukui’s entire body reverberate with that one.  

Kukui slouched almost lifelessly and sighed heavenly with desperately needed relief.  “Haaah...oh my god, that...that’s so much better...” he said, comfortably patting his belly with relief.  It was still gurgling but it wasn’t nearly as aggressive as it was moments ago.

“I think this is the part when you say ‘excuse me’,” Burnett joked.

Kukui only burped in response, which to his credit, got a good laugh out of his wife.

#kukui #professor kukui #pokemon #burnett #emeto #nausea #burping #belly rub #indigestion #stomachache #comfort

[mrsgreenworld]

Okay, it's impossible to predict what the writers have planned and where they're going with this amnesia storyline. So this idea for an angsty one-shot, that just popped in my head, is pure speculation. It's also canon divergence since I am going to ignore Eda's fake engagement to Deniz that's apparently coming, based on the second fragman for episode 30.

Let's imagine it going this way: some time passes and Serkan starts getting to know Eda. There are some situations where they're forced to spend time together so Serkan gradually starts falling for Eda all over again + he keeps seeing the flashes. Then Serkan and Selin's engagement party takes place and Eda shows up in her yellow dress. Serkan is assaulted by the memories from their fake engagement party. But they scare the hell out of him and after the party he tells Selin they should get married as soon as possible. They decide to do it in a week but don't announce until a couple of days before the wedding. Feeling defeated, Eda transfers her shares to Serkan and asks Engin to give Serkan the envelope with the docs, saying it's her wedding present. On the wedding day, Eda packs her bags and goes to the airport to go to Italy. At the same time, during the wedding, Serkan gets all his memories back. He chases Eda who's on her way to the airport (hello, episode 12 parallel).

Declaimer: I don't own the show or any of its character. All of them belong to the SCK writers, the production company and FOX channel.

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It Shouldn't Be This Hard

Thank god Engin and Pırıl were at the wedding when it happened. They had made it a point that they didn't support his decision but they couldn't leave him completely alone, given that even his mother had refused to "take part in this farce" and watch him throw away his happiness and future.

So, when Serkan was suddenly assaulted by all of the memories, his mind on overdrive, head ready to explode, vision getting blurry, breaths becoming short, his friends were there to literally catch him, when his knees buckled.

"Abi? Are you okay, Abicim?" Serkan heard his best friend's worried voice that, however, sounded muffled and strangely far away.

Serkan felt two pairs of hands pulling him somewhere and then pushing him to sit down.

"Eda?... Where's Eda?" were the first words Serkan managed to utter.

"Eda? Abi, do you... do you remember?"

Serkan just nodded, the motion making him slightly sick.

"Oh, thank god!" Pırıl and Engin exclaimed at the same time.

"Abi..."

Something in Engin's voice made Serkan lift his head and he blinked, trying to focus on his friend's face. His vision was still blurry, so he was only able to see the outline of Engin's face.

"What is it? Where is she?"

"She's leaving, Abi. She's flying to Italy today".

"What? When?"

"I don't know exactly when her flight is. I think it's possible she hasn't left yet".

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go! But you'll have to drive, I can barely see your face".

The rest happened in a blur: getting to Engin's car, driving to Eda's house, frantically banging on Eda's front door, only to have Melo open it and tell them that Eda had left about fifteen minutes ago. Deniz was driving her to the airport.

Serkan and Engin got in the car, in the hopes they could still catch up with Eda. While Engin's car was whooshing through the traffic on the road, leading to the airport, Serkan couldn't help but remember his mad chase after Eda's taxi all those months ago. He would get to her on time again. He would be able to stop her and convince her to stay.

"Look, Abi! I think that's Deniz's car! Yes, I recognise it! It's definitely his car!"

Serkan urged Engin to drive faster to catch up with the vehicle. Engin started honking to make Deniz notice them. Luckily, he did notice them and soon pulled over at the quay, much like the one where Serkan declared his love for the first time.

Engin barely stopped the car, when Serkan was already pulling the door open and jumping out. He basically ran to Deniz's auto. Once he reached it, Serkan pulled the passenger door open and practically fell to his knees in front of it, relieved.

"Eda!"

She was looking at him with wide eyes, confused.

"Serkan?..." she asked tentatively.

"Yeah... It's me... It's me, baby. I'm back" he whispered and reached out a hand to cup her face.

When Serkan's right palm came into contact with Eda's cheek, all breath left her and she closed her eyes. She didn't stay long like this, however. She pulled away and turned to Deniz. They exchanged a few words in hushed voices and then Eda was moving to climb out of the car. Serkan sprung to his feet and backed away.

Once Eda was out of the car, she looked over him, her eyes guarded.

"Is that really you?" she asked in a whisper.

Serkan started nodding frantically and took a step forward, closing the distance between them. He took her face in both of his hands and leaned his forehead into hers, just like on their wedding day. Only this time it wasn't a goodbye. It was a hello and welcome. It was them finally reunited after all this lost time.

Eda let out a half-laugh that was half-sob and her hands moved to cover his on the sides of her face. But the second she rested her hands on his, her whole body jerked and she practically jumped away from him, as if she had been burned. Serkan looked at her, confused, his hands holding onto the air now, instead of her face. She looked horrified and he followed her gaze to his left hand, only to see a ring. A wedding ring sitting firmly on his ring finger. Serkan felt his own eyes widen.

No-no-no... Not this, please... This couldn't have happened...

"Eda, please, let me..."

He wanted to take a step closer but she backed away from him until her back hit Deniz's car. Eda closed her eyes, drew a couple of calming breaths through her nose and opened her eyes again to meet Serkan's pleading gaze.

"I can't do this anymore, Serkan" she said quietly.

There was no heat, no anger, no hurt, no disappointment in her voice or on her face. Only this tiredness and utter... defeat.

"What do you mean? What can't you do?" Serkan asked dumbly, knowing very well what she'd meant.

"This" she said, motioning between them.

"It shouldn't be this hard. This love... Us... What we get are just moments, snippets of happiness that are followed by weeks and months of heartbreak and this excruciating pain. And it shouldn't be like this".

"It's not gonna be like this. It's never gonna be like this. That's it, that's the last obstacle we had to overcome and we did. Nothing is going to come between us ever again".

"Did we? Overcome this?"

"Of course we did. I remember everything! I am here!"

"You getting your memories back doesn't magically fix everything, Serkan. I need you to come back to me, as you".

"I am back!"

"I need you to come to me as my Serkan, not someone else's husband!"

Her words rang between them and stung him more than any slap across the face ever had.

"This means nothing. She means nothing... Look!"

Serkan pulled at the ring until it was off and then just sent it flying.

"You can throw this ring away all you want but it doesn't change the fact that you're married now. You married her. And as long as you're married to her, there won't be us".

"I will fix it, I swear! Just give me time. Please".

"You have all the time in the world" Eda said and turned to the car.

"Wait! What... what are you doing?"

Eda turned to face him again.

"I'm going to Italy, Serkan. And I'm already running late for my flight".

"What? No! You cannot go. Please, don't go. Not now, not like this!"

"I have already given up on my chance to go to Italy once, for you. I am not doing it again".

Serkan knew he had no right to ask her to stay and sacrifice her dreams for him yet again. So he just asked, resigned:

"How long are you going for?"

"A couple of months".

"Months???"

"Yes, I will prepare my thesis and final project there".

Serkan just nodded.

"So... What will happen to us?"

"I will finish my education and you will take this time to heal and deal with your wife, whichever way you see fit".

Serkan flinched upon hearing Eda refer to Selin as his "wife".

"Come to me, when you're ready, Serkan Bolat. When you're truly you".

With these final words to him, Eda climbed back into the car.

Serkan knew he had no choice but watch his Peri Kızı fly away from him this time.

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Chapter 2 – Run Rabbit Run     God… It was such an awful day. He was given the day off from work for feeling sick, and on his way to his dorm right around the corner to his hallway he stepped on something… Red. Blood. It looked fresh too. He just thought alright- maybe some girl was having a messy day, but there was more. Droplets were now little puddles of red. All the way to his room where it looked like some ketchup monster fell over against the door. And started… Crawling. All the way to the bathroom. Smith gently opened the door.    He could remember it in so much detail. Most of it just being blood. Lots and lots of blood everywhere- all coming from his roommate who was bleeding to death in the bathtub. He literally looked like he was tossed into a cage full of angry tigers. And that’s only slightly exaggerating. It looked like something just out of a horror movie. After his friend got sent to the hospital for several days, he got asked a lot about what happened- always giving them the strangest response. He kept saying that a man did this to him. All these gashes and tears were caused by a… Human male. They weren’t sure if it was just the anesthetics when they first asked him, but he stuck to the story.    He thought he saw this woman getting attacked, and he ran over to try and help. But when he got closer, then man who pinned her to the ground was… Eating her. Tearing her apart with his hands and teeth. And then he went for Hunter.   Smith was really worried about his friend after he returned home. Almost immediately when he thought he was okay he returned and then they were both sick as hell. Then the emergency broadcast came on TV, and Smith was just suddenly in- immense amounts of pain. He couldn’t see right, and it literally felt like his insides were moving around in him. He tried to go get his friend. Tell him they were a lot sicker then they thought. Right in front of the door he collapsed on the ground, and everything went black from there. That was his last memory. The last moments in a normal world.

   Common infected littered the streets- dead and alive. Most of them just wandering around aimlessly, sleeping in any place they found fit, and some just starting random baby fights over who would get to eat this person’s body. Being infected was at least handy in the aspect the commons didn’t pay much attention to you. Sometimes they’d try and attack you just because they’re brainless morons now. But a full on horde was never really a problem to him. Just crowded. He was one of them, they were one of him. He hated to think about that, but it was true.    The rain let up on him finally, which was the first convenient thing that happened to him today. He wasn’t gonna get absolutely drenched anymore. But he still kept an eye out for anything that could be… Following him. From the few things he’s seen, he knew that special infected could be very efficient hunters. And they may not hesitate to attack their own kind- so he moved along swiftly down the street.    Smith wandered out to a giant intersection in town, and took a moment to look around at the buildings surrounding him. He’s gone quite a distance from home. A thing or two here was ever so slightly familiar. But whatever it was It was now in shambles, and either on fire or it looked like it was about to collapse at any moment. He continued along, trying to stay concealed under the shadows of buildings. He already drew enough attention to himself with the occasional coughing and wheezing. At least from what he’s seen most smoker’s have a green mist around them. He was gifted enough to not have that, unless a tumor got popped open or punctured. Then there will be stink mist and weird goo dripping out of him. It was… Really gross. He hated it. There was still a lot to get used to with this mutation. But he felt like he was never going to get used to it. Who can just suddenly get used to a new body like this after living with a normal human one for 27 years?    This session of moping was suddenly cut off when he heard something. Something small was flashing red in the distance, and… Beeping? It definitely got the attention of several common infected, and they all ran over to start hitting and attacking it. Then just like that the thing exploded- sending zombie part flying everywhere    “WHOO! That was a BIG one!” Some dude ran over to the gorey aftermath and laughed about it. Four other people followed behind him- three girls and another guy it looked like. The boy who just threw that bomb looked pretty young- maybe in his last years of high school. He had messy brown hair and wore a torn up leather jacket. He seemed… A little too happy about there being zombie guts everywhere. One of the girls started scolding him for running over and laughing about the bomb explosion. “This isn’t a game you know!” She was a short blonde woman, looking like she may have been Asian. Her hair was in a bob cut and oddly neat for it being the end of the world. The other three people was a girl with light brown hair up in a ponytail, and seemed a lot sharper then the rest of the team. Seemed like she was maybe the leader?    The other woman had shoulder length hair that was pitch black, with a little bit of purple faded into it. She looked like she could have been your junior high bully, or the biggest mcr fan you’ve ever met. She was a little gruff, but in more of a charismatic way. She also seemed to get along with the leader girl.    The last man was taller then everyone else, had neat brown hair and glasses, and had a neat turtleneck sweater that was now covered with blood and other stains. He was trying to help lead around the rowdy boy, who was very disobedient and kept trying to screw around with the infected before he chopped their head off with an axe. “Look Ed- I know we’ve been in the safehouse for a few days, and you’re excited to be out! But you can’t just run off and be a reckless idi-” “Cram it, Goodman.” Ed shoved a pistol into a sleeping zombies mouth and fired. He snapped his head to the right real fast and stared blankly into the alleyway. “You coming?” The queen of emo asked him. Goodman had a map with them and they were trying to figure out where they were, and where they were gonna be heading. “Yeah sorry, I thought I saw something.” The boy shrugged and went back to the rest of the group.    ‘Shit.’ Smith thought frantically- hiding behind a dumpster. If it wasn’t so damn dark here they may have saw him. Shit- He seemed to have… Misjudged how far away the survivors actually were. Good god- how could he get out of here. Should he just wait it out? They might go in the direction he wanted to go. But he also wasn’t going anywhere specifically. Just away from this place. He put his hand over his lumpy neck for a moment, feeling… Odd? And quickly he slapped both his hands over his mouth. God damn it- another coughing fit. At the worst possible time too. He tries to hard to make these stop, but he just… Can’t. It’s too difficult, and not to say painful as well.    Ed looked down that same alley again, squinting a bit and only half listening to what the group was discussing. Sounded like something was… Wheezing? Crying? Coughing? He couldn’t really tell. “Where are you goi-” “Chill out pipsqueak, I just think I head something.” He readied a sniper rifle and cautiously approached the area. “Uh… Hello? Any zombies making love back here?” He asked, peeking around the corner. Smith’s heart almost stopped right there and then when he heard how close he was getting. He proceeded to press himself against the dumpster and think of what to do. He was gonna need to act fast if he wanted to live. He looked to the side very slowly and saw the tip of the gun… “Hey! What are you doing back there!?” The emo girl yelled over. Ed turned around and responded “Something back here smells like shit, I wanted to see wh-”    Before he could finish that sentence he got socked in the face and someone’s knees slammed directly into the crotch. He fell on the ground writhing in pain, and Smith took the chance to grab his gun and start running off. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-” Everyone was on him now, and there was a dead end. Wonderful. It was mostly covered by wooden planks, but more to the side he could see the fence was made of chains. He was probably gonna die right now anyways, but he may as well go down trying to save himself. The survivors ran over to see their injured friend, who had a bloody nose and probably no more balls. “What was that!? Did you see??” Goodman helped him up and watched the leader chase the attacker. “Megan’s going after it. I think it was a… Zombie? Pen, did you see him?” “Yeah, he looked like a zombie I’m pretty sure.” The short girl said. “Looks like he came to avenge his fallen comrades.” She looked at Ed with a small sneer.    Megan chased the smoker down all the way to a dead end, where he just dropped the sniper rifle and started climbing the fence. Right as he got to the top she ran to snatch the gun, quickly took aim, and fired. With a shriek he fell off the fence on the other side, writing and pain. She got him in his left arm, and he was bleeding out fast. He was on the other side though, so he pushed himself back up and started booking it out of there. Megan sighed softly and returned to her friends. “I drove him off. Don’t worry, I don’t think he’ll be coming back.”

   Smith had been running for a good long while- grasping his arm tightly and breathing heavily. The troubling thing now is that he was bleeding a lot, and things started to get… Blurry. He leaned against a wall real quick, trying to catch his breathe. Problem was it didn’t feel like he was catching his breathe. Ever. He wheezed loudly with each inhale and exhale, but it felt like almost no oxygen got into him. His legs were shaky, he felt weak… God, he was so tired. He glanced at his shoulder for a second and-

”SHIT!” He screamed and saw someone reaching over to him. Once more he socked them in the face- sending them onto the ground. They scrambled away for a moment, and then Smith pulled out his shotgun. ”DON’T FUCKING MOVE!” He screamed, wheezing loudly afterwards. ”Waitwaitwait don’t shoot don’t shoot!” The man shouted back, sounding terrified. He was holding his hands up, and neither of them moved for several moments. The guy was in a spot Smith couldn’t really see him. Damn it, the sun was about to set soon. Everything was dark.    “Okay… I want you to stand on up, and walk over here slowly.” Smith sighed. He felt like he was gonna faint any moment now.   “Okay-! Alright. Just… Don’t freak out, okay?” The man was a lot calmer now, and proceeded to stand up. He took each step forward with caution, and didn’t take his eye off Smith or the shotgun for even a second. And the smoker right there and then almost fainted from what he saw.    “I’m sorry, you just looked… Wait, you’re injured.” Was what the man had to say. The guy had his brown hair in a small ponytail, he was terribly obese, he wore a blue coat with a white shirt underneath it, and he looked at Smith not with fear anymore. But with concern. “I heard gunshots not too far away. Were people trying to hurt you.” Still frozen in place, Smith just continued staring at the man. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The guy seemed completely normal, yeah. Except for the bulging tumor covering his right eye, and the two smaller ones visible on his neck.

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Fire & Rescue [1]

EMT!Jensen Ackles, fireman!Jared Padalecki, EMT-in-training!Reader

1,937 words

Warnings: minor angst, slight implied smut (I guess?)

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You pulled into the firehouse parking lot, eyeing the huge white doors hiding the engines. Inhaling and closing your eyes, you braced yourself for your first day of training.

“Well.” His voice was low and gravelly, catching you by surprise as you stood outside the door marked office above the frame. “What do we have here?”

You swallowed hard. “Um… I’m Y/N.”

He extended a hand, no expression crossing his face. As you shook his hand, he introduced himself as a veteran EMT, having been on the ambulance for four years. “Name’s Jensen.”

“Hi Jensen.” You swallowed hard, trying to make any kind of attempt at reading his face.

Nothing.

After a few seconds that ticked by more like years, you watched the hard exterior of his facade crack and a warm smile beamed through.

“Let’s get you inside.” He put out his arm, ushering you into the firehouse.

You stood inside the door, gawking at the space in front of you. You’d seen a few firehouses in your time, but this place was immaculate. The offices were pristine, which shocked you, based solely on the fact that the chief and assistant chief were men. The space was decorated like a woman had been around, putting her touch on every inch of the firehouse.

“You like it?” Jensen watched as you took it all in. You nodded. “Guess I take it for granted.” He smiled, folding his arms over his chest. “Place is pretty nice, isn’t it.”

“It’s incredible.” You breathed. Jensen looked down, grinning as he watched you admire your surroundings.

“This is just the lounge.” He smiled. “C’mon. Let me show you the rest.”

“Wait.” You furrowed your brow. “Am I the only one starting today?” You looked into the parking lot and saw six other cars with very nervous-looking people in their drivers’ seats.

“You’re the only one starting under my watch today.” Jensen winked and nodded toward the steps leading downstairs. “Come on. If you think this is nice, just wait until you see the bunks.”

“Is this all of them?” You looked down the line of vehicles, shined up and waiting to hit the road.

Jensen nodded. “The whole fleet.” He smiled proudly across the firetrucks and ambulances. “The guys take good care of them.”

“I can see that.” You observed with a nod. “They’re well taken care of. Everything here is.”

Jensen’s smile grew at your words. “Don’t worry.” He looked at you knowingly. “We’ll take care of you too.”

You choked on your breath at Jensen’s words. There was no denying he was attractive. He was the kind of EMT people wrote romance novels about - shining green eyes, a bright smile, tiny freckles smattered across the high points of his face, lips that always seem to fall into a perfect pout no matter his expression. You would’ve been lying if you’d said you hadn’t been sneaking glances at him throughout the day.

Jensen ushered you back into the lounge and disappeared into the kitchen, but returned quickly. “You okay?” He cracked the seal on a bottle of water and pressed it into your hands.

Taking a careful sip, you took another deep breath in and righted your breathing pattern. “Thank you.” You croaked before drinking again.

Jensen nodded, the corners of his eyes crinkling with his sly smile. “Told you I’d take care of you.”

You didn’t miss it - the way he said he would take care of you instead of they would take care of you. Sure, he was probably assigned to be your mentor, and obviously he knew nothing about you prior to meeting you a few hours earlier, but…

No.

Maybe he’d seen your name on the roster and chose you because you were the only woman. He was probably a dog just like the rest of them. You grew up listening to the firemen your father and grandfather ran with; you knew how they talked about women, especially women in the department.

Looking around, you thought again about the woman’s touch that had seemed to have graced the firehouse. Were you the only woman? There had to have been someone else here at some point. The chief’s wife, maybe.

“There you are, Ackles.” A voice sounded from across the lounge. A man, with at least four inches on Jensen, entered the room from the door that led to the engine bays. “I thought I heard you were gonna be around today.”

Jensen rolled his eyes fondly, and you knew immediately that they were friends. “I told you this morning I was headed in.”

“You think I pay attention to you before my coffee?” Jensen’s friend looked at you. “Who’s this?” His eyes skimmed up and down your body twice before he offered you a smile.

Jensen started. “This is-”

“I’m Y/N” You jumped in, extending your hand for a shake. If you were going to make it for more than a day around these guys, you’d have to establish your dominance sooner rather than later. “Nice to meet you…”

“Jared.” He glanced at your hands, connected and unmoving. You pulled back quickly as you realized you were still grasping his hand. “Nice to meet you too.” His attention shifted to Jensen. “You show her the whole place?” Jensen nodded. “She meet Chief?”

“Not yet.” You spoke up again, not letting Jensen answer questions about you, for you. “Is he around? I’d like to meet him.”

Jared tipped his wrist toward his line of vision and frowned. “Should be in his office.” He looked toward the open door, where no one was seated behind the desk. “Maybe he’s out on a call or something.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t you have gone on the call too?”

“Not always.” Jared clarified, shaking his head. “Sometimes they only take the higher-ups and let us grunts stay back here in case there’s anything stupid that comes through while the head honchos are out taking care of real business. They take the stuff that makes the papers. We get the little old ladies whose cats climb trees.”

Jensen laughed. “Or the naked old men who can’t get out of their bathtubs.”

Jared cringed. “I wish I could permanently flush that image from my brain.”

You flinched away from their conversation. “I’m just gonna…” You motioned with your thumb over your shoulder to the wall of plaques and photos, side-stepping toward it and escaping any other scarring images for the time being.

They disappeared through the doors of the kitchen, the double doors swinging back and forth in the frame. Through the mirror, you could see the back of Jared’s head, bobbing as he spoke.

“So, what, you picked her because…? Is she some kind of side project? You think because you’re teaching her the ropes you’ll get into her pants?” Jared raised his brows at Jensen.

That was all you needed to hear. Anger bubbled inside of you until it exploded in the form of your fist slamming into the door, propelling the heavy wood outward. You bee-lined for your car, leaving Jensen and Jared behind you.

“No!” Jensen argued, immediately on the defensive. “That’s not why - I just - I don’t know. I figured, I have a little sister about her age. Maybe I’d get along with her better than any of those douchey first-time-in-a-van frat assholes.”

In your car, you seethed, Jared’s words on repeat in your head. You knew Jensen was just like the rest of them. He’d played it off all day like he was the nice guy, talking at least a little bit of shit about every other guy in the brigade, but he was no different. Clenching your fists around the steering wheel, you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and clamped your eyes shut.

“Fuck this.” You slammed the heel of your hand against the steering wheel and threw the door open, stomping back in through the kitchen door. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You glared at Jensen.

The two of them drew back, eyes wide and brows raised.

“Wh- what?” Jensen stammered, your face flushed with evident rage. “What are you talking about?”

“The doors aren't fucking sound-proof, Jensen.” You gestured behind you to the doors that separated the kitchen from the lounge. “I’m a side project? You show me the ropes and think I’ll, what, invite you over for dinner and then you can just shove your hand down my pants while we’re watching a movie?”

“Oh, son of a bitch.” Jensen groaned, closing his eyes and tilting his head backward. “Look what you did.” He shot Jared an exasperated look before turning back to you. “No.” He looked into your eyes. “I’m not - I didn’t choose to be your trainer because I thought it would get me somewhere with you. I’m just so sick of the wannabe tough guys who come in on their first day thinking they know it all and can’t even hook up the ventilator right after a week.” He explained, then chuckled and shook his head. “I’m tired of dudes.”

You looked at Jensen, then at Jared, eyes widening as realization dawned on you. “Holy shit.” Your eyes moved between the two of them, slack-jawed as you whispered. “You two are together.”

“What?!” Jared’s mouth fell open in a loud cackle as Jensen waved his hands and shook his head adamantly.

“No, no!” Jensen ran his hand down his face with a loud sigh. “Jesus. No. Jared and I are not together.”

Jared took in a deep breath, ceasing his laughter. “I mean, we do live together.” Jared wiggled his brows, and Jensen reached over and shoved his chest.

“Shut the fuck up.” Jensen looked at him incredulously. “You’re not helping our case here.”

“So you - you’re not…?” You licked your lips, a new heat rising in your cheeks, one of embarrassment.

“No.” Jensen couldn’t help the laughter that escaped his lips. “We’re not gay.”

“Shit.” You mutter, looking down. “I’m sorry I assumed. I just-”

Jared chuckled, shaking his head and pulling you under his arm as he wrapped it around your shoulders. “Don’t worry about it. We won’t tell.” He shot you a quick wink. “But if you’re gonna be hangin’ out around here with all these guys? You’d better get used to it real quick.” You furrowed your brow, looking up at Jared, making him laugh again. “The guys around here are, um… different.” He teased. “You’ll see.” He released you from his one-armed grasp and left through the lounge doors.

You looked up at Jensen and scuffed your foot against the brown tiles of the floor. “I, uh - I’m sorry I yelled.”

Jensen just shrugged. “Happens to the best of us. First day jitters. I get it.”

“And I’m sorry I assumed you were just in it for-”

Jensen held up his hand. “Don’t. Just… don’t assume again, okay? I meant what I said, I’m tired of the assholes who come in here after watching one episode of E.R. when they were ten and now they think they know how to run a mainline in under a minute on their first day in the wagon. I’m sick of dudes acting like they’re above training.”

You smirked, the corner of your mouth quirking upward. “So, women are better learners than men? Better listeners? Less stubborn?” You challenge, and Jensen huffed as he rolled his eyes and nodded. “I’ll, uh, keep that filed away for future reference.” You tapped your temple and grinned at him. “So.” You leaned against the cold metal countertop. “You and Jared live together, huh?”

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DESIRE

Part 27

"Cry all you want. Nobody can hear you..."

Warning - contains rape

The sound of Drew’s alarm woke Paul the next morning. It was 7am. “Sorry, sorry.” Drew apologised, grabbing his phone. He turned it off. “What time’s your flight?” Paul asked rubbing his eyes. “Eleven. I can’t be fucked travelling today but duty calls.”

“I hear ya.” Paul agreed “What time do you want to be at the airport for?”

“Maybe 9? Is it OK if I jump in the shower?” He asked sitting up. “Knock yourself out.” Paul responded, eyeing his ass as he got out of the bed. Drew looked back smiling, eyeing Joe who was still sound asleep. “Always sleeping.”

Paul turned around in the bed and snuggled into Joe, causing him to stir. His eyes fluttered open. “Wha, what time is it?”

“It’s 7am. I need to leave Drew to the airport soon.” Paul told him, circling a strand of hair rested on his bare chest. “He’s leaving already?” Joe was awake now. “Fraid so. Did you enjoy last night?”

“It was fun. Guess I shouldn’t have gotten so worked up about it yesterday huh?” Joe said turning to face him. “I told you that you just need to trust me. You looked like you were really in your element last night.”

Joe pondered for a moment. “It’s weird, I just didn’t know what to expect when you first mentioned Drew last week but he’s…It’s easy with him.”

“You gel with him.” Paul affirmed leading Joe shrugged, “I guess.” Paul stroked his cheek and smiled. “Think we can do this again?”

“I don’t see why not.” Paul smiled leaning in to kiss him. He sat up and got out of the bed. “I’m gonna freshen up and get ready to leave. Why don’t you make us some coffee?” he suggested. “OK,” Joe stretched and dragged himself out of the bed, slipping into his black Armani boxers while Paul went off to the second bathroom. He always liked a long hot shower first thing.

Joe went about making their drinks and brought them back upstairs. Drew was wandering around with a towel wrapped around his waist when Joe entered. “Morning,” The Scot smiled adjusting the towel. His statuesque body glistened with beads of water that fell from his wet hair. “Sleep well?”

“Too good,” Joe set the tray aside. “Where’s Paul?” Drew asked quietly. “He”s having a shower-” Joe started as Drew grew closer.

“Thank fuck,” He said taking Joe in his arms and kissing him softly. Joe was instantly hard. “I don’t want you to go.” Joe looked at him with those gorgeous brown eyes. “I wish I didn’t either but I’ve got a few things to sort at home. Has Paul said if he”ll see you this coming week?”

“Nothing yet but I’ll find out.” Joe hesitantly moved away only to have Drew pull him in again. “Not yet,” He kissed him again, this time more passionately. Joe immediately pulled away, upon hearing the bathroom door close. Paul was coming. Drew turned his attention to his suitcase nearby and Joe grabbed his coffee.

“Thanks baby,” Paul smiled drying himself off, before grabbing his coffee. Joe retreated to the bed and put his knees up, trying to conceal his hard on. He watched in silence as both men made small talk while getting ready. He didn’t know when he would next see Drew this way so he wanted to soak it in. Part of him hated that Paul had set this up. He never realised how good it would be with him. Before he knew it, they were leaving. Joe threw on Paul’s bathrobe and went downstairs to say goodbye. “Keep me posted.” Drew said lowly as he hugged Joe goodbye. “I will.” Joe promised. He waved them off and went back upstairs to run a bath. It was just what he needed to relax after last night’s events and wondered what Paul had in mind over the next two days.

Joe was rinsing out the suds in the bath when he heard the key turn in the front door. Paul wasn’t away as long as he thought he would be. He could hear him coming upstairs.

“Hey.” He said entering the bedroom. “I’m in here.” Joe called from the en-suite. “Good, still not dressed.” Paul smirked, disrobing the black bathrobe that Joe had thrown on minutes earlier. He steadied himself against the sink as Paul pulled him against his body, kissing him hard. Joe pulled away, raising his hand to his mouth. “What was that for?” He licked his bottom lip, tasting blood.” Paul smiled darkly. “A reminder. You belong to me, understand?”

“What’s going on? I thought-” Joe was confused. Paul pulled the robe off him and dropped it to the ground. “Turn around.”

“Wha-?” Joe tried to ask. “Do as I say.” Paul ordered him, a serious look on his eyes. “No. What”s going on?” Joe defied, staring into his eyes only to be slapped hard across the cheek. He spun around, falling onto the sink. Before he could get his bearings, Paul was already undoing his trousers. Joe spat a mouthful of blood into the sink below. His head felt like it was spinning. Paul pulled his arms behind his back and pulled out a set of handcuffs from his pocket. He had clearly planned this. Joe tried to fight him off the moment he heard the clink of the metal.

“No, please,” He cried as Paul forced his body down on the counter top, which was being covered in droplets of his blood. “Shut up!” Paul roared twisting his arm. Hastily he managed to cuff his hands behind his back. “You think I didn’t know? You and Drew????”

“Please, there’s nothing-” Joe let out, struggling as Paul dragged him into the bedroom where he forced him onto the bed face down. “I’ll fucking show you who you belong to.” Paul growled, slipping out of his trousers and boxers. He squeezed the lube onto his hand, pulled his hips up towards his cock and quickly rubbed Joe entrance. This was more for his own benefit than Joe’s. “Please don’t do this! There’s nothing going on I swear-” The young man pleaded again, straining his head to the side. Tears were streaming down his cheeks now. He cried out again as Paul’s cock penetrated him roughly. “Cry all you want. Nobody can hear you! In fact, the more you cry, the harder I get.” He warned. Paul fucked him hard, over and over as Joe struggled against him, crying into the sheets below. He begged for him to stop but he would not let up, telling him that he’s wanted to fuck him like this for so long and that he brought it on himself. He felt so sick to his stomach as Paul came hard in his ass calling him a “filthy little slut.”

When he withdrew, he let Joe fall onto the bed, leaving him there cuffed as he went into the bathroom to wash his hands. When he returned to the room a few minutes later, he stood a distance from the bed, taking in Joe shuddering, defenseless body, curled up as much as he could. He could see the redness around his wrists from where he was struggling against the cuffs, the bruises on his ass from the flogger and the redness of his opening itself. He could feel his heart ready to explode in his chest, hearing his quiet sobbing and sniffling into the sheets. He stood there for a few more minutes, savouring the sight. He knew he was fucked up and nothing would change that. He noticed that the sobbing stopped, as did the shuddering.

Hesitantly he walked around the bed to see his face. The room was silent. He sweeped the damp strands away, swallowing hard. Joe eyelids were half closed. He didn’t know what this was. Had he reached subspace again or had he blacked out in another way? Quickly, he grabbed his trousers from the ground and fished the key out of the pocket. He undid the cuffs, letting Joe arms fall limply at his sides. Paul rolled him onto his back. He could see the traces of blood on his mouth as well as his reddened cheek. His heart sank knowing he had gone too far this time. Paul cradled him in his arms. “Baby,” He coaxed him “Come on baby,” Slowly he started coming around. His eyes squinting, trying to adjust to the light. He looked like he was in a daze.

As Paul came into view, he started to pull away. “It’s OK, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Fuck you, lemme go!” Joe spat, breaking out of his grip. He grimaced in pain as he sat up in the bed. “You’re hurting. I’m gonna help you.” Paul leaned forward grabbing his arm as Joe got off the bed. “Don’t touch me!” Joe looked like he would knock him out. Paul let go. “OK, OK I’m sorry, I fucked up.” He said putting his hands up. He watched as Joe went about gathering his belongings, limping in pain, hastily getting dressed. “You really pissed me off! What was I supposed to do?” Paul followed him around trying to explain. “You fucking raped me!” Joe roared. “Baby I’m sorry, I was so angry. Please I love you!”

“It’s too late! I’m done with this fucking mess!” Joe went into the bathroom to retrieve his toiletry bag at the sink. He paused, seeing his blood in the sink. His heart was thumping. It was then that he caught his reflection in the mirror. There was still blood on his bottom lip and there was slight swelling in his reddened cheek.

“At least stay until I can get you fixed up. You can’t leave looking like that.” Joe caved at the sink seeing what a mess he was. He buried his head in his hands and started sobbing. Paul gingerly approached him from behind and placed his hand on his back. “I’m so sorry baby, if I could take it back…” Joe was too upset to even fight him off. Paul pulled him into a comforting hug. He sobbed into the material of his t-shirt. “I love you so much. I don’t want to lose you.” He said stroking his hair. “Let me fix you up.”

#roman reigns #tribal chief #wwe #fanfiction #d/s #drew mcintyre #slashfiction #slash

[dekuscrybaby]

Could I request a super shy reader asking out Bakugou ? Scenario or hcs ! Whichever you like ! She’s like super nervous and just ends up going on a rant on why she likes him and asks him out and he just blushes and says yes . I hope that’s not too specific or something >.

y’all be giving me too much freedom, like tell me to choose one format over another and you will end up getting both because that’s just the type of clown that i am! also, i’ll kinda be loosely basing this on me because i’m pretty shy myself, but i’ll keep it as general as possible! also pls my friend, i have none so feel free to privately message me or we can chat through asks i don’t mind 😌 also, i think i went a little overboard with the “scenario” but i’m not all that sorry bc i love my feral bby but also the scenario is kinda booty so sorry about that

(ps this is literally bakugou as you confess/rant to him)

out of the billions of people you could’ve had a crush on, your heart probably chose the worst person

bakugou katsuki, a very angry gremlin if you please

and i’m not saying that bakugou is ugly or anything

it’s the complete opposite actually, hence why you have a crush on him

bakugou’s physical appearance is far from ugly, he’s hands-down one of prettiest boys in your class

that being said, his personality can be considered an acquired taste

as kaminari once said his personality is comparable to “flaming hot garbage”

but that didn’t stop you from liking blasty boy

your friends know about your crush bc it’s just obvious to them and pretty much everyone else (except bakugou)

you’re always asked “what is there to like about bakugou?”

well, what isn’t there to like?

his ash-blonde hair always looks so soft, you just want to run your fingers through it

his eyes are just so beautiful and you want nothing more than to stare into those ruby orbs for hours and hours

his physique is just so amazing and let’s not get you started on how bad you want his muscular arms to wrap around you

and his thighs? phew, please! is it getting hot in here or what?

answer: it is getting hot and by that i mean your face has lit up all shades of red

confessing to crushes is usually hard regardless of how confident a person is but it’s even harder for you because you’re the shyest person in class a

you’re so shy that you’re just known for your blushy cheeks which turn even redder when you’re in the presence of lord explosion murder

you probably even struggle to get a full sentence in when you’re “talking” to him

you guys know how izuku stutters right? well you’re worse than that

you just have the FATTEST crush on this blonde douchebag

so what do your friends do about this crush?

they do what all friends do for their introverted friends with a huge crush on a huge ass extrovert

put you on the spot

*insert your shy ass mentally screeching*

to be fair, you’ve been crushing on bakugou since like the beginning of the school year

something has to happen before your entire class just decides to scream at bakugou about your very clear crush on him

for the sake of a chaotic confession, i’m gonna say that you’re apart of the bakusquad with mina being your best friend

and mina being mina, she’s SICK of your shit and wants you to tell katsuki how you feel

so what does she do?

she shoves you into the janitor’s closet with bakugou

will not let you out until you spill everything

“hey! raccoon eyes! you better let us out before i fucking explode your ass!” bakugou growled as he pounded on the metal door, obviously he was caught off guard. he was just walking back to class with you and your guys’ friends before mina’s crazy-ass pulled you back and shoved you into a small room.

“not until y/n fesses up!” mina shouted back, pulling on the door handle with all her might. she’s doing this for you, it’ll only help you and bakugou, it’s a mantra mina keeps going over in her head. hopefully, a mantra that will prevent her from being killed by the furious blonde.

“what the hell do you mean fesses up?” the blonde bellows out, still pounding at the door.

as they’re screaming and cursing at each other, you have your face hidden away in the sleeves of your school jacket. your face is the reddest it’s ever been and your mind has never spilled this many thoughts until now. your brain is so overwhelmed that there is practically no filter between your brain and your mouth so at this point you’re babbling on endlessly.

it’s not very loud, probably only loud enough for it to be heard in the small room you’re currently in, but that’s where the problem lies.you’re babbling on and on about your huge crush while he is in the same cramped up room as you are. to make matters worse, you guys are completely alone.

“what do i do now? i’m completely alone with the hottest guy in not just the class but probably even school. is mina really not gonna let us out until i tell him i like him? i mean she can’t keep us in here for too long, right? of course not! class is bound to start soon and she has to go to class. plus she has to let us out before mr. aizawa comes to look for us or something. then again, me confessing can’t go that bad. i mean what’s the worst that can happen? well, if i do end up confessing, then there’s a high chance that bakugou might not even like me back and then everything will be super awkward. he prob-”

you probably would’ve continued to rant on if it weren’t for bakugou’s rough voice pulling you out of your verbal thoughts, “what the hell are you going on about?”

you snapped your head up in the direction of your voice, “huh?”

“you heard me, rosy-cheeks. what are you going on about?” he questioned with a quirked eyebrow.

“r-r-rosy-cheeks?” the new nickname just made even more blood rush onto your already blushed cheeks.

bakugou rolled his eyes a bit, “yes, rosy-cheeks. your cheeks are always red so it suits you.”

“oh! uh, thanks i guess?” you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, not knowing how to respond to the slight compliment you received from your crush.

a quiet snicker could be heard from the opposite side of the door and that ended up provoking bakugou’s short temper.

“fucking let us out, you used tampon!” he began to yell again. (i couldn’t think of any other nicknames)

“i said i wasn’t letting you out until ms. rosy-cheeks confesses!” mina retorts, matching the level of intensity of katsuki’s voice.

“huh? and what should she be confessing?”

“i don’t know, bakugou, maybe you should ask her instead!” now it was bakugou’s turn to snap his head towards you.

“spill, y/l/n.” he said, his voice much softer than it was a few seconds ago.

“w-what?” you stuttered.

“the faster you tell me whatever mina wants you to tell me, the faster we can get out of here,” he grumbled as you began twiddling with your fingers.

“i-i can’t.”

bakugou sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “what do you mean you can’t?”

“i just can’t, bakugou.” you whimpered quietly.

“y/n, class is going to start again in less than ten minutes and i don’t know about you, but i don’t want to be held up after class by aizawa.”

“i’d rather be held up later than tell you,” you wrapped your arms around yourself, fearing that you’d make him upset.

“goddamnit, y/n! just tell me! it can’t be that hard!” he raises his voice and ultimately, this causes something in you to snap.

“okay, okay! i like you, okay? i’ve liked you for so long that it’s actually embarrassing. it’s just that you’re so cute and something about you just has my heart beating out of my chest. i always feel short of breath and lightheaded when i’m around you and i can’t do anything about it. you’re also so so smart and im actually jealous.” you drew in a quick breath before continuing.

“sure, you might not have the best personality ever according to others but i still find your ‘garbage-like’ personality drawing me into you. do you know how many times people come up to me asking why the hell i like you? it’s quite a shocker for them to hear that i basically like everything about you.”

“i like your spiky blonde hair that is probably super soft. i like your eyes that are the most beautiful shade of red and i always find myself lost in them whenever i look into them for even the briefest moments. i like how passionate you are about your goals and i like how you give your all to reach them. you’re just so amazing and i always find myself wanting to confess to you, hoping that you might feel the same way. i would just absolutely love to call you my boyfriend, you know?”

you finally concluded your rant after what felt like an eternity and for some reason, you forgot about the situation at hand. once you realized that you actually said everything out loud, you felt your entire body heat up. this has to be a dream. or maybe someone used their quirk and caused you to say all of that. not missing a single beat, you glanced up at bakugou, only to find him the same position as you. cheeks and even ears, a bright red that could easily rival midoriya’s sneakers.

“i-i-i, uhh…”

“tch,” bakugou interrupted what could’ve started another rant. “you could’ve just said so earlier.”

“what?” you stared at him with a gaped expression as his cheeks heated up even more,

“i’m just saying, you would’ve said this earlier…then maybe i would’ve been your boyfriend already,” bakugou mumbled as one of his sweaty palms, cradled the back of his neck.

“a-are you serious?”

“do i look like a liar to you, rosy-cheeks?”

“well, uh, no?”

“damn right. now let’s get to class, i’m pretty sure raccoon eyes heard the entirety of your rant and if she reacted anything like me, then she should be satisfied.”

you were still too shocked to properly digest what just happened that you for some reason didn’t feel bakugou take your hand to lead you out of the janitor’s closet. after you walked out with him, you turned your head and noticed mina grinning at you, congratulating you on what was your new relationship with the boy you’ve been pining over for ages.

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[carryonmywaywardwriters]

One Day At A Time - Jensen x Reader

A/N: Okay, after the break of the century? It’s here. If you’d like to be tagged, please send an ask or message. I can’t remember the last time I edited my tag list. So...remind me if I missed you. As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy <3

PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.

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Warnings: Widower!Jensen. Drunken sex. Dry humping. No protection. The works! Get some water. Buckle down. And prepare to hide from the public with some porn. 

Word Count: Roughly 2,500

The scruff of his five o'clock shadow sent your thoughts scattering. Damp, warm breath tickled compared to the soft yet urgent pressure of his lips dragging across your skin. Down until his face was nearly buried in the top of your tank. Mouthing at the tops of your breasts as if he couldn't wait another second.

Gripping his hair in your hand, you tugged him away. His eyes were glassed over. Freckles standing out against the flush that came from both arousal and booze. It was his lips that drew you back. Plump and inviting. Shining brightly in the low light as his tongue ran over them.

A responsible woman would've turned away. Drawn that line firmly into place. God, you were sick of being responsible.

You leaned in. Capturing his mouth with yours. Sliding your tongue against his, as if you could get drunk of it. Living for the taste of sin.

His fingertips were gruff from years of playing guitar as they skimmed down your arms almost tenderly. Soaking in the silken flesh beneath them before digging in as he tugged you towards the couch. Unable to stand upright.

Following was the only option as he stumbled backwards. Tripping over his own feet, he laughed into your mouth as you both fell into an ungraceful tangle on the soft fabric. Ignoring the Barbie's arm that poked from the cushion.

“Think I'm outta practice,” He murmured as you straightened yourself back around. Moving your knees to rest on either side of his hips. A large hand cradled your cheek while the other helped stabilize you. “You okay?” His thumb traced over the puffy lower lip. Trying to see if he'd caused the damage with his fall.

“I'm good,” Your tone was a bit husky as you settled deep onto his lap. The tip of your tongue brushed against his skin as he talked. Picking the mood up from the awkward pit it'd landed in.

“Good,” Reaching back around your neck, he pulled you down to his mouth. Lips curved up all the while.

He knew just how to apply the pressure to take your breath away. Could set every nerve on fire with a simple graze here, or brush there. Out of practice? The thought of what he could do with a little more was dizzying.

When his hand crept inside of the tank top? He paused at the bottom of your rib cage, almost as if it was a step too far. The uncertainty in his eyes only made you more certain.

“I've got it,” Murmuring against his lips, you reached down. Only pulling away from him long enough to yank the material up and away.

It should've been sexy. Instead, the shoulder strap caught on your head. Earning a horrified groan as you struggled to get free. He wasn't the only one out of shape.

“Let me help,” Chucking, he reached up. Freeing you from the thin material. “There...better.” His pleased rumble as he took in the simple, black push up brought more heat to your cheeks.

Leaning up, he moved back to the throat. Assaulting it as he had earlier. Kissing deeply. Urgent strokes of his tongue pressing against the warm flesh. Sharp scrapes of teeth trailing down. Your hands dug into his hair as you tipped back. Giving him more access to your body. Helping you keep your balance as he reached around. Steadying your back. Feeling for a clasp all the while.

Instead of finding it there, he located it with his mouth. Nuzzled just below your breasts. His grip moved then. With an easy flick, he pulled apart the material. Chuckling, he pressed a kiss right in the middle. “What?”

“I remember that bein' a lot harder.” You looked down into the twinkling gaze as you shrugged down the material. Trying to hold it as it shot down to where he'd exposed. “Guess they had pity on us, finally, huh?” With that, he leaned in. “Thank fuck.” Your heart beat stuttered as he didn't hesitate. Sucking your nipple with an eagerness you couldn't help but to appreciate.

Your hands ran over his arms. Stroking over the black and white knotted arrow and bird. Feeling the muscles shift when his attentions moved to the other breast. His fingers pressed firmly into the meat of your back. Holding you in place so he could indulge. Laving at you as if you were the best thing he'd tasted. But, he couldn't stop the slow rock of your hips. Grinding down to get better friction.

“Jay,” You sighed out, following with a groan so throaty you didn't recognize the voice. There was too much to feel. The cool draft from the abandoned nipple. Damp heat of his mouth on the other. The rugged scrape of the callouses against your shoulder blades. Press of your jeans against your clit as you rubbed your body against his.

It was all too easy to keep the slow, deep wind of your hips. Applying that friction you desperately craved. Riding his thigh until you were dizzy with it. Whimpering at the contact.

“Not yet...” A mewl left your lips when his skilled mouth left you. “Not without me,” His voice broke you out of the trance. You found yourself tossed down onto your back before you could respond. “I wanna feel it.” Any protest in you died at that line. Instead, you shoved your own pants and panties down as far as you could. Laughing at the way Jensen struggled to do the same. All humor faded when his fingers tested the waters. Dragging a ragged whine from you as he stroked deep inside. “Fuck...” The way it shuttered from him let you know just how much he appreciated the arousal clenching around his digits.

“I wanna feel you, too.” All the tumblr stalking should've prepared you for what you'd see when he followed your request. Moving to line up. The infamous 'dick flop of doom' plastered across the site. And yet, the thick length of him still sent a shiver through your body. The erection curved lightly to the left. Beaded with precum. “Fuck me, Jay. Please?”

His bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he lined up. Concentrating on avoiding the sway of his body as his head swam. Then he pressed deep. Stretching your body with a satisfied groan. The sound mashing with your own cry of satisfaction. He swallowed it with a deep kiss.

One thrust. Two. By the third, he'd buried himself completely. Basking in the tug your of your impatient body. His face buried into your neck as you writhed against him. Begging for more. Tugging on his hips with your thighs.

Then, the telltale grunt left him. His body jerked. Warmth pooled inside of you. You went cold instantly. Staring at his flushed shoulders in utter disbelief as he twitched above.

“Shit,” A hiss of anguish escaped him as he pulled out. The small gush that followed confirmed what had happened. “Did...you?” Still in a confused daze, you didn't have the ability to answer. “Course not.” A self-deprecating snort left him as he looked down at his failed appendage. “Been too damn long.” Do I say sorry? Laugh it off? The thoughts raced through your alcohol dazed brain. Trying to recall how you'd handled the situation in the past. Not comprehending that he'd finished, but hadn't yet lost the wind in his sails. “Don't worry...” His husky promise pulled you back to the present. “I'm not done.”

“But-”

In nothing short of a power move, he yanked your body back to him. Moving your inside leg to his shoulder. Using his cum as a lube, he shoved back in. Earning a surprised squeal from your lips.

It happened in porn. In fiction. Not to you. At least, that's what your brain said. However, the deep drag inside of you said otherwise. He's the furthest thing from real.

“Feel so good,” Your eyes couldn't leave him as he pressed deep. Brows furrowed as his lips parted. Grunting as he rutted inside you. Fingers digging into the meat of your thigh to hold you in place while the other rubbed circles on your clit. Refusing to stop murmuring words of praise until you were crying out his name. Practically coming off the couch as the orgasm crashed over you. “Roll over.” Boneless, you listened when he pulled back. Thinking it was over as your head spun.

Instead, he dug his hand into your shoulder and hip to brace himself. The angle made everything hotter. Tighter. With a strangled moan, you pressed back against him until you felt as if you'd explode.

“Shit, Jensen,” You panted his name; digging your fingernails into the thin material until it tore lightly in your grip. Your forehead bounced into the material as you leaned down. Bracing yourself better on your elbows as you ignored the pain in your stomach itself from all the movement. Toes curling against the sides of his calves as he refused to back off. Couldn't slow down.  

His fingers slid back around. Chest rubbing against your spine as he reached between your legs. Applying just the right amount of friction until your thighs were trembling again. “There we go...that's my girl. Let go.” You were helpless against his order. A cry left you as you came for the second time. Leaving you breathless as he finished for the second time. Further stunning you. “You okay?”

He tugged your body around until he could comfortably slide behind you. Blinking back what was no doubt a wave of dizziness. “Yeah...”

Your fingers traced over the small crown over his wrist as you waited for him to catch his breath. Basking in the closeness. Only to have it all destroyed in a moment. “I think I'm gonna be sick.”

He yanked away from your body. Padding quickly, naked, down the hall. A wince left you when the retching started. Your own stomach rolled from all the alcohol and activity. Slowly, you found a bit of strength in your legs. Stumbling your own way down the hall.

Nothing made sense, anymore. Head spinning, you looked into the mirror in your own restroom. Taking in the lack of color of your skin. How tousled you were. With a gag, you threw yourself to the floor. Hugging the toilet as the recklessness of the night caught up to you. All energy seemed to leave as your stomach emptied itself.

You didn't know long you sat there. How long the world spun. But, eventually, you managed to crawl your way to your shower. Using it to clean yourself up before stumbling to your bed. Falling into a heap at the end of it.

–

The light burned. That was the only thing you could think. Your eyes hadn't even opened, and yet? It was too much. With a groan, you rolled over. Holding yourself in the darkness until you could fight it. Whimpering in misery, you forced one open. Peaking around the room. Alone. Thank god for small mercies.

Slowly, you were able to force yourself up. To assess the damage. Naked. The realization burned at your cheeks. Flashes of soft touches, heated kisses, and more plagued your mind. No...you didn't...not...not with him. It felt so real. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you started to prepare yourself for the worst.

Was there a protocol for sleeping with a widower? An actor? Your boss? What about when they were all in one?

Your clothes were piled beside the door. Relief flooded your veins as you stared them down. It was a dream. Pinching your eyes closed, you took a steadying breath. Ignoring the stiffness in your joints as you looked down to inspect your body. Praying there'd be nothing. A broken laugh escaped you when you came up clean.

“Not cool,” You scolded your brain as you tossed on a pair of shorts.

“Y/N,” All rasp, the object of your thoughts knocked on your door. “You up?”

“One second,” The strain in your voice was audible as you tugged on a bra and tank in record speed. Trying to kick out the mental images that bombarded you at the sound of him. “What's up?” You squeaked when you opened the door.

Shadows lined his eyes. Skin a little pale. Hair spiked in every direction. He was wearing his hangover about as well as you were. Glancing down, you could almost imagine what he'd look like standing there butt ass naked. Shaking away the thoughts, the grey sweats came back into focus.

“Figured ya could use a little coffee,” The mug was held up as he squinted your way. His free hand brushing through his hair. Small, almost unnoticeable scratches dotting his tricep caught your eye. Bringing to mind the dream from hell again. “You good?”

A simple question ripped the breath from your lungs, “Little foggy.” Taking the mug from him, you refused to let a piece of you brush against him. “You?”

Frowning heavily, he stared down at you. Trying to figure out if it was an honest answer. Your hip leaned against the door frame. Looking every bit as wrecked as he remembered leaving you. Only more clothing covering your body.

Letting his gaze lower, he zeroed in on the exposed legs. With an unnerving clarity, he could recall just how it felt to have them wrapped around his body. Goading him on.

Shaking away the thoughts, he moved back up to your concerned gaze, “Same.”

Wrong. That's the only word that danced across his mind. He remembered every smile you'd sent his way throughout the night. Just how you'd leaned into him as he whispered the best way to move your body. Both during the darts and later.

“If I did anything weird-”

“You didn't,” His head snapped up at that. Sexy? Sure. But, he didn't quite know how to explain that bit. “You had a good time.” Several times. He'd ensured it. “Listen, I gotta get ready. Head out on set. Just figured I'd check in. Pass the caffeine.”

“Appreciated.” Taking a sip, you nodded his way once more in thanks before closing the door. Seeking solitude. Leaving him even more confused.

His hand ran over his face as he turned away. The tired, green gaze latched onto the beaming smile pasted in the picture frame. Taking an unsteady breath he walked up to the image. Noticing the barest hint of dust in the corner. Jensen wiped away the offending flecks before settling over her cheek. “I'm so sorry, Dee...”

Part Nine

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[actress4him]

Whumptober 2020 - Day 6

Today’s fic is definitely a dark one, though it does have a happy ending. Allura gets a moment to shine, and Hunk gets several. Make sure to check the warnings and let me know if I missed any!

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Day 6 - “Get it out”/“Stop, please”

Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Warnings: restraints, non-consensual body modification, fantastic racism, blood, vomit, gore, graphic descriptions of brain surgery

“You can’t do this!”

Keith yanked at the restraints that held his wrists against the table. It was fruitless, he knew, he had been trying ever since they strapped him down several minutes ago, but that didn’t stop him from trying again. If he could just get his hands free, he could get up and knock these psychotic racists off their feet. 

“They’ll stop you. Voltron will stop you!”

He couldn’t see any of the people looming over him, not with his face forced down into a hole in the table so that the back of his head was excruciatingly exposed. That didn’t mean he couldn’t feel their presence. They didn’t even speak, didn’t acknowledge his protests and threats. To them, he was already just an object lying there, nothing to concern themselves with other than to prep him for their procedure. He kept pulling on the straps, almost as if determined to prove them wrong. 

A buzzing sound that he would recognize anywhere started up and made his stomach turn a somersault. Suddenly what was about to happen to him was very, very real, and Keith was very afraid. Arching his neck back as best he could, he shouted at the top of his lungs. “No! No, stop! Don’t...don’t do this!”

“Hold him.”

Briefly a lab coat appeared in front of him, then a pair of hands braced themselves on either side of his head and shoved down hard. There was no fighting against Altean strength, especially not from that position. The buzzing drew closer. Keith flinched violently at the first contact of the blade, though it only swept gently down the back of his scalp, taking large clumps of hair with it. He gritted his teeth to hold back a sob.

A minute later and that part of the job was done. A wet cloth swept over the newly shaven area, cleaning off small bits of hair left behind. Every touch made a shudder run through Keith’s body.

“He’s prepped.”

“Thank you, Noraja.”

More hands on his head, this time poking and prodding. “Alright, making the first incision now.”

Keith’s whole body tensed. This was it, his last chance to fight. “Stop, please! You don’t understand, I’m not like them! I’m a Paladin of Voltron, I help people! Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

“Make sure you keep him still.”

“Don’t worry, sir, I’ve got him.”

Then there was something slicing into the bared skin, and it hurt just as much as he knew it was going to, but even worse than the pain was the knowledge that it was not in the least the worst part of all of this. Tears stung his eyes, but he blinked rapidly to banish them. He wouldn’t beg anymore. He wouldn’t. It did no good, anyway. His team was clearly not going to be able to save him, regardless of his boasts. The best that he could do was live his last free moments with as much dignity as possible.

The pain in his head intensified. The Altean surgeon had made at least two cuts by then, though Keith lost track of what was happening after that through the pain and the feeling of blood pouring out and being methodically blotted away. 

There was another whirring sound, and if the razor had scared him, this froze him with absolute terror. 

“Ready to drill.”

It didn’t really hurt. Somehow, there was no new pain, but Keith screamed, anyway. It didn’t matter if he couldn’t actually feel the drill going in, the vibration of his entire skull and the knowledge of what was happening was enough to send him over the edge. 

He was gonna pass out. He couldn’t pass out. If he passed out, he would wake up and they would be done and he would have missed his last chance to actually live, however horrendous this life now was. 

So instead, his stomach heaved and emptied itself onto the floor beneath him. The person holding his head didn’t even seem to flinch. His vision faded in and out as the horrible drilling continued, but he held on until it finally, mercifully stopped. 

“Alright, the hard part is done.”

“Looks good, Doctor.”

“We’re ready now for the hoktril.”

The hoktril. The thing that all of this madness was about. The metal device that these alternate-universe Alteans were so proud of, that they were about to implant in his brain through the holes they had just drilled through his skull, that would sap all of his free will and leave him as a mindless slave. All because Commander Hira found out that he was half Galra, and Allura and the others hadn’t been able to stop them from overpowering him and dragging him away.

“Please,” he choked. His earlier determination not to beg was forgotten in the midst of the panic that seized his chest. “Please!” 

For most of his life, Keith had been prepared to die. Particularly now, when he faced death every other day. Dying didn’t scare him. But this...this was much worse than death. This fate terrified him.

The metal went in with a sickening squelch, cold against his cut open skin. 

“It’s a perfect fit.”

Tears overflowed despite his best efforts, rolling just onto his cheekbones before succumbing to gravity and dropping to the floor. Any second. Any second now they would complete the process, turn it on or whatever it was they had to do, and Keith would be no more. How aware would he actually be? Did the hoktril actually delete free will as they claimed, leaving him neutral and complacent, or would he be trapped inside his own body for the rest of eternity, screaming where no one could hear? He’d find out any second now. And then it would be too late.

“Alright, now pass me the -”

“Stop right there! No one move!”

Keith gasped in a shaky breath. He knew that voice!

"E-Empress So?"

He let out a sob of relief. Allura was here. Allura was here, and she sounded mad.

“Everyone take your hands off the black paladin and back away slowly.” That was Lance. He had on his business voice, and they must have had their bayards out, too, because miraculously, every hand lifted until it was only the straps holding him there. 

“Empress, I apologize, but there must be some kind of misunderstanding. You see, our orders come from Commander Hira, and -”

“And I outrank Commander Hira, do I not? Everyone out, now.”

“But the procedure is not finished, he’s still a danger-”

“Now!”

Allura’s tone brooked no argument. There was a shuffling of chairs and feet, and Keith felt the presences that had hovered over him all this time retreat. A door clicked shut, and the team exploded.

“Oh my stars, Keith!”

“Holy quiznak.”

“Dude, I’m so sorry -”

“Guys, I can’t, I can’t I can’t, I’m gonna…”

This was followed by the unmistakable sound of Hunk losing his lunch somewhere across the room, but Keith’s attention was on the others who had approached him. A gentle hand rested on his back, and he couldn’t help but tense. 

“I’m so sorry, Keith,” Allura began from above him. “We tried to get here as fast as we could, but Hira had us detained for ‘obstruction of justice’, and -” Her breath hitched. “I’m so, so sorry. Thank the stars we didn’t arrive any later.”

Keith couldn’t reply. He was so incredibly, undeniably relieved to have them there, but he still couldn’t stop shaking and crying. As Allura and Pidge began murmuring together about scientific things, a pair of armored knees appeared in his vision, followed by a round, slightly pale but still smiling face. 

“Hey buddy,” Hunk greeted him softly. “Give me a sec, I’m just gonna…” Fetching a towel from somewhere nearby, he threw it over the puddle of sick so that he could scoot in closer, hunching over so that he could be almost directly below Keith. It had to have been uncomfortable, but seeing a familiar face eased just a bit of the lingering fear.

“Hey, you’re okay now. Those bad guys are gone, and nobody’s gonna hurt you anymore, I promise.”

“Get it out.” It started as a whisper, but quickly grew to a frantic near-shout. “Get it out, get it out, please…”

“Yeah, yeah, we will! Okay? Shh, just...just try to take some deep breaths…”

The tears wouldn’t stop coming. “Please. I just want it out.”

Pidge suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision, squatting down to see him. “We’re gonna work on that, okay? The good news is, they only made it through putting in the metal base piece. None of the actual important pieces were inserted. So it’s just a matter of removing the base and getting you back to the Castle to heal.”

As she vanished again, Hunk smiled at him. “Hear that? It’ll be gone before you know it. Just hang in there, bud.”

Lance’s voice came through the table. “Hey Keith, I’m just gonna put my hand on your head, okay?” He did so without waiting for a response, and Keith immediately panicked.

“No! No!” Kicking out against the restraints, he fought against the hand holding his head down with all his remaining energy.

“Whoa, whoa! It’s okay!” 

He barely registered the hand disappearing, but he did hear Lance speak again, closer to his ear this time. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, man, I shouldn’t have...I won’t touch it again, okay? Promise. I just wanted to help you stay still while they were getting it out.”

Keith stopped struggling, though his body trembled anew. “I’ll keep it still,” he managed. “I swear.”

“I know you will,” Hunk replied, still keeping up his perky demeanor. “Hey Lance, unhook that hand for me, will ya?” 

The red paladin obliged, releasing Keith’s right hand from the strap and helping him maneuver it up toward his head. Hunk grasped it in both of his own.

“I’m right here for ya, okay? Feel free to squeeze as much as you need to.”

Keith gave a shaky nod. “‘Kay.”

The sound of the metal coming out was almost worse than going in, but it was more than worth it to feel that foreign pressure disappear. Keith shut his eyes with a long sigh, letting the last of his tears slip out. Hunk, to his credit, only turned slightly green, and kept on holding his hand and uttering reassurances the whole time. The other three worked quickly to tape on plenty of gauze, then helped him sit up very slowly with lots of support.

“Your beautiful mullet,” Lance groaned dramatically. “I can’t believe it’s ruined.”

Somehow Keith was able to huff a quiet laugh. “It’s only hair, Lance. It’ll grow back.”

Allura came around in front of him and clutched both his hands. “You’ve lost a lot of blood. We need to get you back as soon as possible.” She looked around at the rest of the team. “Getting out of here may not be easy, but let’s make it quick, alright? For Keith.”

“I volunteer for Keith-carrying duty!” Hunk announced.

Keith ducked his head. “Nobody needs to -”

“Nuh-uh, I don’t want to hear it.” Before he could say another word, Hunk had scooped him up off the table. “I promised you no one else would hurt you, and I’m gonna personally make sure that promise is kept.”

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[charmingnines]

biting the bullet - reed900 fic

Gavin hadn’t told Nines how he felt. To be fair, Nines hadn’t told Gavin how he felt… in so many words. Nines brought Gavin coffee each morning and again during the afternoon lull. Nines also made it his mission to hassle Gavin about going home when he stayed late at the DPD more than three nights in a row.

And there was that time Gavin had been exhausted enough to fall asleep at his desk and had woken up with Nines’ jacket around his shoulders. Gavin had thought sleepily that it smelled like Nines, clean, like fresh laundry. Then he’d jerked fully awake, thinking, how the fuck do I know what Nines smells like?

“Are you alright, Detective?” Nines had asked, not even looking up from his computer, the bastard.

“M’ fine,” Gavin had muttered, hoping the blush he’d felt creeping up his neck didn’t show on his face.

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Nines, Gavin thought, didn’t need to say anything. Nines had shown Gavin, over and over again, how he felt. If Gavin reciprocated… well, that would make it real, wouldn’t it? But Gavin wasn’t good at showing. And he sure as hell wasn’t good at telling.  

Gavin thought about telling Nines all the time. Like when Nines hummed along to Gavin’s music he claimed to hate in the car. Or when Gavin felt that fucking magic between he and Nines when they bounced theories off of each other until a case was solved.

But Gavin was scared. Scared that he was reading Nines all wrong. Scared that it was all in his head….

“Detective Reed?” Nines waved a hand in front of Gavin’s face. “Did you hear me? Fowler wants us to check out the house on Rosemary. The warrant just came through.”

Gavin blinked. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been staring off into space. “Sorry,” he said, standing up and shrugging on his jacket. “Let’s go.”

_

Gavin could feel Nines scanning him. “I’m fine,” Gavin said, side-eyeing Nines. Nines raised a brow. “I slept six hours last night,” Gavin added. Nines interest in his sleeping habits bordered on obsessive.

Nines looked away. “Eight would’ve been more optimal.”

“Yeah?” Gavin said. “Having a partner who respected my privacy would be ‘more optimal’ for me.”

“I don’t mean to intrude,” Nines said stiffly. “But it’s in both of our interests that you’re functioning well, should we encounter any hostile persons-”

“Relax, I was just fucking with you,” Gavin said, pulling over to park. He undid his seat belt and turned to face Nines.

Nines’ gray eyes, Gavin knew, were meant to make him appear more intimidating than his predecessor (Gavin had no clue what they were thinking, giving Connor those ridiculous puppy dog eyes). Gavin wasn’t intimidated so much as fascinated by Nines’ eyes. As Nines’ searched Gavin’s face, all Gavin could think about was how his eyes were gunmetal around the edges and an overcast sky in the middle…

“You seemed off this morning,” Nines said, breaking Gavin out of his thoughts. “Is everything alright?”  

“Everything’s fine,” Gavin said, too quickly. He clenched his fists, then unclenched them. “I was just…” Gavin noticed Nines’ mouth, thin with concern. Get a grip, Gavin told himself and raised his eyes to meet Nines’. “I was just thinking,” he said truthfully.

“What about?” Nines asked.

Gavin wet his lips. “Just- just some things I need to say,” he said quietly. Then he got out of the car like it was about to explode. Nines had given him the perfect in and he hadn’t taken it. Am I ever gonna bite the bullet and tell him? Gavin wondered, mentally wincing at his hasty exit.

Thankfully, Nines didn’t press Gavin any further as they walked up to the residence, a house that looked one good storm away from falling down. Gavin rapped on the front door. “Detroit Police.” No answer. Gavin knocked again. “Detroit Police, open up.”

Knocking was simply formality. They had a warrant; there’d been multiple calls about this place being a hot spot for red ice deals.

Gavin stepped aside and gestured to the door. Nines rolled his shoulders and knocked the door inwards with one good kick. “Show off,” Gavin whispered. Nines grinned.

They both drew their guns and slowly made their way into the foyer. There was a kitchen off to the left and a living room off to the right, filled with ratty looking furniture. There were no signs of life.

Gavin jerked his head toward the stairwell. Nines nodded and followed him up. It was dim upstairs, like the windows had been boarded up, which was why Gavin didn’t see the gun pointed at him, he just felt the bullet hit him.

“Fuck,” Gavin hissed, keeling over. Then Nines was in front of him, shielding Gavin with his fucking body. Gavin heard gunfire on both sides, then the sick sound of a body hitting the floor.

“He’s down,” Nines said, turning to Gavin.

Gavin nodded, sinking to the ground. The bastard had hit him right in the thigh. He couldn’t look at the blood gushing from the wound. “Call an ambulance,” he told Nines through gritted teeth.  

“I already did,” Nines said, kneeling down and shoving off his jacket.

Gavin forced his blurring vision to focus on Nines, whose chest was splattered blue. “Oh, fuck, Nines,” Gavin said. “Where did he hit you?” he demanded. Nines began to rip his coat into strips.

Gavin reached out and gripped Nines’ wrist, forcing him to stop. “Where are you hit?”

Nines’ nostrils flared. “My thirium pump is damaged,” he said, easily freeing his wrist from Gavin’s weak grip.

“Shit,” Gavin said, trying to sit up more, willing away the wave of dizziness that hit him. “You need to go to CyberLife. You’re gonna shut down-”

“I’m going to shut down in five minutes,” Nines said, tying the fabric strips together. “Your femoral artery has been hit and in five minutes you’re going to be-” Nines broke off.

“Dead?” Gavin finished helpfully. Nines glared at Gavin. “The ambulance will be here soon, just leave me-”

“I am not leaving you here,” Nines said fiercely. “You need to let me do this.”

Gavin set his jaw. “You’re not any less important than me.”

“I’m not trying to play the self-sacrificing hero!” Nines cried.

Gavin blinked. Was he hallucinating from the blood loss or were there tears in Nines’ eyes?

“I can easily be fixed,” Nines said, softening his voice. “Plus, if you don’t let me keep you from dying, I’m going to fucking kill you.”

“Seems counterproductive,” Gavin said, but allowed Nines to tie a tourniquet above his wound, LED spinning red. “Are you really gonna be okay?” Gavin asked, once Nines was done.

“You’re bleeding out, and you’re asking me if I’m gonna be okay?” Nines said.

“Yeah, I am,” Gavin said. Then he reached for Nines’ hand. Nines took it. “Nines,” Gavin said. “You know that I-”

“I know,” Nines said. “Me too.”

_

Gavin woke up with a start, seeing nothing but white ceiling. “Nines?” he said hoarsely. Gavin tried to sit up. “Nines?” he repeated, louder this time.  

“I’m right here,” Nines said, appearing at his bedside.

Gavin sank back into his pillows. “Thank fuck,” he said. Nines sat down in a chair beside Gavin’s bed. “And you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” Nines said. Gavin swept his eyes over Nines’ body. “I’m fine,” Nines repeated, softer this time. “You’re the one who’s been out for two days,” Nines said. “Are you okay?” he asked pointedly.

Gavin met Nines' eyes. “As long as you are,” he said honestly. Nines reached out his hand. Gavin took it.

“Nines,” Gavin said. “I’ve wanted to tell you- I’ve known for a while that-” he broke off and looked at Nines, who was holding back a smile. Gavin pointed his free hand at Nines. “You’re enjoying this too much,” he accused.

Nines laughed, loud and bright, and that was it. “Fuck, will you just-?” Gavin grabbed Nines by the shirtfront and kissed him, trying to say everything he couldn’t find the words for. Nines responded by lacing his fingers behind Gavin’s neck and deepening the kiss.  

When he couldn’t breathe anymore, Gavin pulled away, pressing his forehead against Nines’. “Just so we’re clear,” Gavin said, “I was trying to say I’m in love with you.”

Nines kissed Gavin again. “I love you, too,” he said.  

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[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Home - Part 15

A/N: So here’s the next part, reading everyones reactions to the last chapter made me wanna finish this part sooner for you all. Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read my crazy ramblings! ILY 💕

Warnings: Some violence and swearing! Nothing too graphic.

"I traced the call and it came from within the house!!"

"W..what???...." i asked shakily, my heart racing so fast hearing those words from Sam.

"Y/N, Jack is in there somewhere, you need to get out now! Im on my way to you but I'm at least 10 minutes out. Stay on the line with me sweetheart okay"

"Okay....." i said quietly, as i went to grab my car keys from my purse i heard a loud thump from upstairs "shit Sam his upstairs!!" I grabbed my purse and made a run for the front door, i punched in the alarm code and flipped the lock open, i had the door halfway open when i felt the force of a body slam into me, i hit the door face first making the door close again as my phone dropped to the floor. I let out a scream as i struggled to escape Jacks grasp, he covered my mouth with his hand to shut me up before i drew any unwanted attention.

"Sshhhhh" he mumbled in my ear with a sinister grin on his face, tears were rolling down my face as i continued to struggle "stop fighting me your just gonna hurt yourself" he cooed lovingly like he wasn't currently attacking me!

I managed to bite down hard on his fingers that covered my mouth, he yelled and let go of me for a split second but it was long enough that i could slip away from him. I ran back towards the living room knowing that i needed to get to the kitchen to try and escape out the backdoor.... or at least get a knife from the kitchen. But i didn't get far, he dived at me knocking me into the side table next to the sofa, a table lamp and some mail scattering to the floor. In the struggle i ended up landing hard on the floor with Jack climbing on top of me trying to restrain me, he hit me hard in the face stunning me for a few seconds.... my hand blindly reached out for anything i could use to hurt him, just long enough for me to escape. My hand found the fallen lamp and i wrapped my fingers around the base picking it up and bringing it down hard over his head. The ceramic base exploded into bits on impact, Jacks eyes rolled back in his head slightly as his body went sluggish and limp on top of me, i shoved him away hard and crawled out from under him making a run to the kitchen.

"Y/N!!" He yelled loudly and i could hear his stomping footsteps coming towards me again "your making this so much harder than it needs to be baby"

I managed to get the back door open and bolted across the yard, just before i got to gate he tackled me to the floor. He straddled my hips with one hand holding my arms in place above my head while the other wrapped around my throat. I kicked my legs and tried to flip him off but it was no use, he was overpowering me, barely moving from my efforts to get away from him.

"This is where you belong baby.... with me. We can be happy again...."

"Fuck you, you psycho!" I said through gritted teeth.

"Oh we can play that game if you want baby.... i have missed being inside you"

He smiled as his hand from my throat started to trail downwards "have you missed me too? Bet your new guy ain't half as good as i am"

"His more than you will ever be! His twice the man you could even dream to be Jack"

"You'll never see him again" his snapped as his hand wrapped around my throat again, squeezing, cutting off my airways. Just as everything started to go black Jack's weight was gone and i was gasping for air. My head lulled to one side and all i saw was Bucky punching Jack over and over and over.

"Buck! Stop.... your going to kill him!" I tried to say panicking that Bucky would end up going to jail for killing my piece of shit ex husband.

"Y/N!!!...." i heard Steve and Sams yells coming from the house before they came running outside. Sam was quick to pull Bucky away while Steve was at my side pulling me into his arms.

"Your okay sweetheart, we got you" he was saying as he held me close.

"Y/N.... baby are you okay?" Bucky was suddenly pulling me from Steve and into his arms. I nodded and cried as i clung to Bucky "Bucky i was so scared...."

"I know doll but i got you now, dont you worry"

"She needs to go to the hospital and get checked out, that head wound looks pretty nasty" Sam said in police officer mode, i heard a muffled groan from Jack and sighed in relief that he wasn't dead! Sam stood up and gave him a snide kick to the ribs "shut the hell up" he groaned looking down at Jack shaking his head "you brought this on yourself".

After being checked over by the doctor and having some tests done i was given the all clear, most of my injuries were scrapes from falling into the table and struggling against Jack and bruises to my throat as well as a swollen eye and a split lip. Nothing was broken so they released me on the condition that Bucky stayed with me for 48 hours incase i had a concussion.

"Im not leaving her side dont worry" he had said gripping my hand tight.

Sam had asked that we meet him at the house and give a statement, he wanted to know exactly what had happened. There was no way Jack was getting away with it.

I walked them through everything that happened from the moment Sam called me warning me Jack was in the house.

"When you were on the phone to me you said he was upstairs?"

"Yeah, i heard a loud thump like he dropped something pretty heavy" i nodded, i had actually forgotten about that until Sam mentioned it.

"Can we go upstairs and you can see if anything looks outta place?"

"You can stay down here doll, i can go look" Bucky said stroking his hand up and down my arm.

"No its okay, lets go".

Surprisingly everything looked untouched there was nothing out of place. From where i had heard the thump above the living room meant it was in the bedroom so we spent longer in there checking everything.

"I dont understand what could have made that noise...." i started to say but then my eyes fell on the closet door that was open slightly, we always made sure to keep it closed after Rosie got herself stuck in there a couple weeks ago. I walked over and pushed open the door fully, it was then i noticed an open loft hatch in the ceiling..... i hadn't even known it was there!!

"Son of a bitch!" Bucky mumbled stepping closer and looking up at the open hatch "his been in the attic??"

"Jesus christ...." Sam grumbled snapping photos on his phone "how the hell did he even get up there??"

"The main hatch in the hallway has a ladder, we've never even used the attic"

"Lets go take a look".

I followed Bucky and Sam into the attic, i needed to see for myself. We walked over to where the open hatch in the bedroom was and found a sleeping bag and empty food cartons laying around.

"Oh my god Buck, how long has he been up here??" I asked covering my mouth with my hand.

"Too fucking long!..... what the...." Bucky trailed off as he knelt down next to the sleeping bag and started prodding around on the floor.

"What is it?" Sam asked joining him.

"His been watching us"

"What?!! What do you mean his been watching us Bucky!!"

"There's a hole here that overlooks the bed" he shook his head disgust clear on his face "that sick fuck".

Thats when it made sense, when Jack called the other night and said i looked tired.... he had been watching me!!

"I think i'm gonna be sick" i mumbled before rushing for the ladder. I just made it in time to the bathroom before emptying my stomach.

"Doll are you okay?" Bucky asked walking in as i stood at the sink gargling some mouth wash.

"Far from it Buck, how did we not see it? What has he seen?!!"

"He was clever about it, the hole was on the edge of the light fitting so we wouldn't have noticed. We found one in the bathroom too"

"I cant stay here anymore Bucky I'm sorry..... can we go to the farm house. Please?" I begged him throwing my arms around his shoulders "just get me away from here, i feel like his eyes are on me"

"Sure, let me grab some clothes real quick. Steve has got the girls at his place for the night so we dont need to worry about their things just yet. Lets just get you out of here".

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