#maybe grime and dirt is hot and sexy. who is to say

[a-gay-little-cat]

eeveryone come together and imagine tiger working on his truck covered in grime and oil and being sweaty from doing all that heavy lifting thank you every much

#maybe grime and dirt is hot and sexy. who is to say #tight tank top. overalls bound around his waist bc it was getting to hot. yknow #is this the proper way to work on a car? perhaps not. but i can do what i want

[thetorturerwrites]

I’m so excited for Torturer Tuesday’s to resume! I’ve missed you!!! I’d like to please request some hot Flip Zimmerman action!!! Hickies/bruises/marking kink (maybe he likes being marked up too!), possessiveness, being manhandled. I just want to be mauled by that sexy motherfucker! Thank you 🖤

+ Anonymous said to thetorturerwrites:Trying to channel my heathen, I’d love to have some animalistic smut with Flip, please! I just want to have him chase me down, grab me and pick me up, and manhandle the fuck out of me before he fucks me like a wild ravaging beast. Bruises, hickies, scratches, falling off whatever you’re fucking on lol. Maybe him getting extra wound up when you start clawing him. Just some aggressive sexy fun! It’s all good. I love everything you write! Thank you!! :)

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You were, without a doubt, 100%, royally fucked.

Wrong place. Wrong time. Wrong damn car to hot-wire.

It was more than the gun jammed into your head, more than the gruff, irritated voice commanding you to climb out with your hands up. Your fear came from the fact that he was a goddamn beast of a man — broad shoulders, taller than you by more than a little, and wide as a linebacker.  And he was a cop.

Fucking shit ass no good vulture cop.

In less than a minute, he’d stuffed a bandanna in your mouth, latched on the handcuffs, and shoved you into the backseat. You screamed, kicked, and flailed. You balled up both fists and aimed for his face, but it was ridiculously pointless. He growled, caught your ankle in one hand and ....

Darkness.

Groggy, you groaned and tried to touch the unidentifiable throb at your face, but you only smacked yourself in the mouth with the steel bracelet. Pushing up to sit, you shook off some dizziness and found yourself face to face with a crouching, irritated, dangerous predator. An unmoving predator. One who was waiting for you to wake up.

Rising absurdly fast, he kicked you square in the chest, sending you flailing back on a choking sputter. He dug the heel of his boot into your belly and ripped at your clothes. He threw away your shoes and leaned his weight against you to shuck your holey jeans. You pushed and clawed at his boot, thrashed and tried to wiggle away before he could get at your panties, but it only earned you a fist in your tangled hair and a howl of pain as he pulled tight.

Hauled onto bare feet, you pushed at his chest, turning and bending to get loose.

“This is your chance to be good.” He murmured and pulled you in so close you could smell his cologne. “If you are, I’ll take you to the station to do the right thing.” 

“Your plan is to kidnap me? Teach me a lesson?” You pushed at him again, but he was an unshakeable column. “Take me to the damn station then! I’ll tell them I tried to boost your idiot truck.”

“Oh, I will. But first...” Holding you around the throat with one hand, he ripped your light tee and tossed the tatters over his shoulder. “You, your smart ass mouth, and your fucking hands are gonna work tonight.”

Your eyes widened, large as moons. Your mouth popped open in outright shock as the man all but admitted he planned to rape you. He traced the swell of your lower lip as you worked it out; but then, you got your shit together, jammed your elbow into his gut, and bit the hand that teased you.

“I’ll rot first.”

His lopsided grin terrified you, as did the way he canted his head to one side, as though your pretend bravado entertained him. He knew it was bullshit. Lifting one of those massive paws, he shooed you back.

“We’ll see.” He gestured to the tree line, and you blanched. “Go on. I’ll be along shortly.”

The flash of his pistol lit a fire under your ass, and you bolted.

You ran until your chest burned, until your sides needled and your throat caught, dry as a bone. Gulping down frigid air, you wrapped bare arms around a bare middle, turning in an idiotic circle as you tried to get some bearings.  There was no clear path here. There also wasn’t a house, a streetlight, or even a clearing big enough for the moon to shine all the way through.

A gunshot rang out to your left, far too close for him to be back at the vehicle, and you launched yourself in the opposite direction. You fought through brambles, through branches and wet leaves, through dirt and cold mud. You pushed and pushed; but far too soon, your sprint faded to a stumbling jog. Your arms hung heavy, useless in defending you when you tripped on an overgrown root.

You crashed to the ground on a whine, but you barely had time to right yourself before he was on you. Unforgiving arms wrapped around your ribs, squeezing out your breath. He pinned you there in the dirt, shoved his face into the crook of your neck, and bit down so hard you saw stars. The hoarse wail that ripped from your throat rattled your bones.

You didn’t know you could make such a wounded sound.

When he released you, you slumped to the hard ground, wallowing in the grime miserably. The click of his gun foretold the shot, but you couldn’t respond. You trembled, locked between swallowing fear and consuming anger. The look you leveled at him was defiant, but warily so. He was going to fuck you or kill you tonight; it was clear. Maybe both.

The first shot didn’t jar you into movement fast enough. It rang in your ears, but you curled into a ball instead of leaping to your feet.

“Get your ass up.” 

The next shot exploded just to the right of your head, breaking through your fog. You leaped up once more as the unpleasant echo turned to a loud warble reverberating down through your jaw. As hard as you tried to fight it, panic won out and sent hot tears spilling over your dirty cheeks, painting you with grimy streaks.

You stumbled blindly forward until you could no longer feel your fingers or your toes. You pulled yourself from tree to tree on bloodied fingertips, but your feet felt like cinder blocks — too large and bulky to be useful. You mashed swollen, cracked lips together and tried to get your breathing under control. Your throat stung like broken glass from all the screaming and crying.

Thinking you had to do something other than run, you wedged yourself in between two stumps and made yourself as small as you physically could. You ignored the jab of prickly leaves and prayed to gods you didn’t believe in that this man would get bored with chasing you and leave you here. You’d never steal another thing in your life if you made it through the night.

Fool’s prayers.

He yanked you out of your hiding place so hard you crashed into him on a surprised yelp. Benumbed, you palmed his pectorals, trying to inch away, but the cold made you weak, easy prey. Each anxious breath sent steam curling up and around his face as you shook your head over and over, as though you could deal with the devil on empty pockets.

You quaked all over, trembling fear turned to the beginnings of hypothermia. He spun you, forced your face into scratchy bark, and slid up behind you. For all your earlier boasting about how you’d rather die than fuck him, you groaned aloud at the feel of his chest against your back because he was blessedly warm. His feverish hands roamed you from thighs to ribs, and you wondered if it truly would be that bad.

“Nothing smart to say? Hm? Thought you were hot shit?”

You sneered, jolted from a reverie where you pictured him pounding you into oblivion. You readied yourself to spit something snarky at him, but he cupped both of your aching breasts, pressing in so they spilled over his palms. Instead of swearing, you moaned louder than you wanted because the heat was deliriously good. You lost feeling in your nipples a while ago, but he coaxed it back by kneading and squeezing.

The chattering of your teeth eased slightly, along with the outright tremors. He infused you with just enough warmth to keep you from collapsing, but he wanted more. His petting turned to mauling, and he gouged tracks down your sternum and up from your abdomen. You cried out and twisted, but he trapped you with a snarl and a vicious bite to your upper arm. He sucked a bruise into your skin so painfully you thought you could feel him chomping on the bone.

The next thing you felt was the press of his belly against your ass, and you knew his jeans were already open. You flushed and panted, but no longer from the cold. Sighing, partially in defeat, partially in anticipation, you laid your head back against his shoulder. His entire body was a furnace, a heat source you needed more than your dignity.

“Look at that.” He rocked his hips against yours, nipping at the bruise blooming along your neck. “A thief and a whore.”

#torturer tuesdays #flip zimmerman #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman smut #flip Zimmerman x you

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

Day 13: Water Flowed- Llewyn Davis

Day 13: Water Flowed- Llewyn Davis 

Pairing: Llewyn Davis x F!Reader

Rating: 18 + seriously sexy times ahead and cursing 

Warnings: This is the filthiest thing I have ever written and the first time I have ever written smut. Blowjob, fingering, and p in v sex. 

I am so soft for this man. *sigh* A huge SHOUT OUT to my beta reader for this story @yespolkadotkitty​ who did an amazing job helping me! Go check out her stories they are amazing!! 

November Writing Challenge Masterlist 

Day 12: It Evaded Me - Poe Dameron 

Another clap of thunder shakes the window. You jump slightly at the loud noise, and your cup shatters to the floor of your small kitchen. You sigh before carefully tiptoeing around the mess and going to slide on your slippers, grabbing the broom from the small coat closet and cleaning up the mess. You toss the remnants of your mug in the trash before making your way over to the window. Water flows down the glass as you watch the scene outside. There aren’t many people out right now and the few that are move  in a hurry to escape the downpour. You frown, thinking about all the homeless outside that are probably hunkering down in shelters across New York to escape the storm. 

Your thoughts can’t help but drift to one drifter in particular, your friend Llewyn. Is he outside in this? Is he safe? Is he warm? Your thoughts consume you, filling you with a need to make sure he’s ok, and you go over to your phone and grab the rolodex, pulling out the number for Jim and Jean.

Jean answers on the third ring, her voice tinged with annoyance, “Hello?” 

You cringe, you’ve never really liked Jean, “Hi it’s uhm Y/N, I was just wondering... is Llewyn there?” 

“Did he move in here without me knowing?” she snaps. 

“Uhm no...no it’s just raining really hard and I just wondered if he was- with you and Jim.” 

“Well he’s not here; why don’t you try the Gorfeins. I’m sure he’s over bothering them.” She hangs up the phone without waiting for a reply. 

You stared at the phone in disgust. And put the card with their number back and pull out the Gorfeins, dialing the number. 

“Hello?” the sweet voice of Lillian comes through the receiver. 

“Oh hi Lillian, this is Y/N... I was just calling to see if Llewyn is there?” 

“Oh... no, honey. He was here a few days ago but we have our daughter in town this week so he said he had somewhere else to go.” 

“Oh, ok, thank you so much for letting me know, I’ve just been worried about him with this storm. Thank you again Lillian - and have a lovely time with your daughter.” 

“Talk to you later, dear,” she tells you before ending the call.

You spend the next forty minutes calling through the variety of people you know Llewyn stays with, and you receive the same response. No Llewyn. As a last result you pull out your phone book and call the Gaslight, hoping that maybe he took refuge there, but the gruff owner, Pappi, gives you the same response. 

The storm intensifies, mirroring your mood. 

You look outside for another minute before you make your decision. You go over to the coat rack by your door and pull on your yellow rubber boots, buttoning up your raincoat to your throat, and grabbing your umbrella. You lock the door behind you and take off into the storm. You need to find him even if it’s just to confirm he was okay. 

You get in your car and turn the heater all the way up, the wipers on the fastest setting, as you pull out into the storm. You start in the usual haunts and drive slowly up and down the streets looking for a familiar mop of curls, and a worn brown coat. 

It’s been two hours, and you begin to turn towards home, your heart heavy thinking about your friend alone in this storm, hoping he found someone to hunker down with. You pull up to your street and park your car, taking a few minutes to sit there. Movement from the corner of your eye draws your attention and you look across the street, your mouth dropping open slowly. 

Sitting on a bus bench barely covered from the elements is a familiar mop of curls, and a brown coat. You move so fast you catch your jacket on the door of your car. Shouting in frustration, you quickly free yourself  before running across the street. 

“Llewyn?!” You yell into the wind. 

His head snaps up and you can see him shivering as he slowly rises to his feet. “Y/N,” his voice is shaking. “I-I d-d-didn’t...didn't have a-a-anywhere else to g-g-go.” 

You let out a quick sob before pulling him close to you. “Oh, you sweet man, I have been worried sick about you. I’ve been driving around for hours looking for you!” 

“I just g-g-got here about tw-tw-twenty minutes ago, I-I-I wanted to see if the c-c-couch was a-a-valiable?” 

“Yes, yes of course, oh, honey we need to get you warm.” You grab his hand in your own gloved ones and pull him towards the apartment. He moves slow, his body so cold and stiff from the rain. 

You pull him straight back to the small bathroom; help him stand in the shower. He moves to protest but you shush him with a look helping him remove his clothes. “Y/N…. I-I-I c-can do it,” he protests weakly. 

“Llewyn! You can barely stand up, just drink a cup of humble tea and let me do this ok? If it means that much to you, I can close my eyes?” you squeeze shut your eyes before resuming your task. 

Your fingers move quickly to pull his jacket from his body, turning and placing it in the sink. Your fingers move back to his shirt and you undo each button, before unbuttoning his wrist cuffs, and pulling the shirt from his body, you run your hands down his arms and lift them slowly before reaching for the shirt pulling it off him and placing the drenched clothes aside. Your breath comes out shallow and you tentatively reach out for his pants before you find the button, slipping it through the hole and lowering the zipper before sliding them down his toned legs. 

“I-I can do the r-r-rest,” Llewyn stutters, and this time, you both know it's not from the cold. 

You nod slowly before turning away towards the door and reaching out so you don’t run into anything, your eyes still closed. “Wait,” Llewyn whispers behind you, “S-s-stay.” 

“Llewyn,” you let out a soft sigh when you feel his hand slowly wrap around your upper arm. He turns you slowly and you still don’t open your eyes. You know, if you do, there will be no going back. 

“Tell me n-no and we can forget this ever happened,” he whispers. You don’t say a word. “...Y/N. Look at me, baby.” He reaches up and cups your cheek with the same tenderness he shows his guitar. 

Your eyes slowly open and you feel your breath catch in your throat; he’s so beautiful. Those dark curls are falling down over his forehead from the rain, your heart pounds loudly in your ears and when you look into the depths of his brown eyes, you honestly believe it’s skipped a beat. 

He slowly leans towards you and you meet him the rest of the way. Time stops when his lips connect with yours but the flutter of your heart only intensifies. Your knees begin to shake and his hold on you tightens. You can only focus on the feel of him, the softness of his lips, slightly smoky from his cigarettes. His mouth doesn’t leave yours as he slowly begins to strip you out of your clothes. 

His calloused hands run across the bare skin of your stomach as he pulls your shirt open, and over your shoulders. His fingers deftly move over the button of your pants before he tugs them down your legs. Moving his lips down your neck and across your collarbone. You arch into him when his hands move back to unsnap your bra. He slowly pulls the material away before tossing it to the floor. His eyes rise to meet your own and your lips open in a soft sigh before he returns his attention  to your chest, latching on to one of the exposed nubs. He flicks his tongue over your breasts, before biting gently, the stubble from his beard grazing gently, making you shiver. 

You let out a groan and you can feel his lips turn up into a smile. He moves lower and your hands come around to push through his hair, your nails lightly scratching against his scalp. He looks up at you again, his hands hovering over the lace edge of your panties, a question in his eyes. You nod and he slowly lowers them to the floor raising each of your feet gently before tossing them with the rest of your discarded clothes. On his knees, he leans back and just gazes at you.

You feel yourself blush under his eyes and move to cover yourself, when his hands come to stop you- “You’re so perfect baby, please...please don’t hide from me.” He rises slowly from the floor, pulling you tight against his chest, and you can feel every ridge and curve of his body against your own. The only clothes separating you are his boxers and he quickly discards them before moving towards the shower turning on the water. It only takes a moment before the steam begins to rise, and he’s pulling you back towards the hot rush of the shower. 

When you're both inside,  under the warm flow of the water, his mouth fuses back to your own and he caresses you with the skill of a sculptor creating a work of art. When you break apart for air, you reach around him and palm the bar of soap, gently rubbing it into his skin, watching the dirt and grime swirl down the drain. His eyes close as you run your fingers over the muscles on his stomach and over his thighs before giving special attention to his cock. He’s thick and warm in your hands. Llewyn's eyes close and his head falls back; he bites his lip, stifling a groan. 

You love seeing him come undone for you. You lower yourself to the floor of the tub and when his head comes back up he makes eye contact with you as you slip the crown of his cock  into your mouth. “Fuck,” he groans never taking his eyes off you. You start slow licking up the base of his cock, swirling your tongue around the head. You can feel him pulse inside your mouth and you breathe through your nose before taking him all the way back into your throat. The sounds he makes should be illegal as he groans above you, slowly lacing his fingers through your hair and tugging lightly. You let him guide you slowly as he fucks himself into your mouth, your other hand gently massaging his balls.

When he feels himself getting close to the edge he pulls you off with a pop and urges you to your feet. Pushing your back into the cold tile of the shower, he groans, I need to be inside you, please baby…,” before kissing you again. You nod and he reaches down to swirl his finger around your clit. A tiny sigh escapes you at finally feeling some relief. His hand moves lower and slowly drags through your drenched folds. “Fuck baby, you’re so wet. Is this... is this for me?” 

You can only nod through the sensations he’s bringing out in you, before you gasp when he shoves two fingers to the knuckle inside you before withdrawing and slowly pushing in again. You want to scream at the slow pace before his other hand comes back up to your clit and rubs slowly. Your orgasm hits you without warning, a crescendo of sensation, and you feel yourself cum all over his fingers. Llewyn never stops, drawing out your climax. 

He gently withdraws his fingers before putting them into his mouth, sucking on them slowly. Your mouth hangs open as you watch him, burning the erotic image of him sucking off your juices from his fingers into your long term memory. “Fuck, baby you taste so good,” he whispers before kissing you again. You can taste the tang of yourself on his tongue;  it only proceeds to make you wetter. 

“I want to bury my face in that beautiful pussy and make you sing so bad, but if I don’t get inside you now, I am going to explode.” His voice is hot against your throat and you groan at the dirty words. 

“Then take me Llewyn, fuck me please,” you beg. 

He only nods before he lifts your left leg up slightly to wrap around his waist, lining up his cock at your entrance. “Are you sure?” he asks. When you nod frantically, he adds, softly, “I’m going to need you to use your words, baby.” 

“Fuck, yes Llewyn Davis, please, fuck m-” the words are cut off as he pushes inside you. Once he’s all the way seated, you both still. You're lost in the delicious way he fills you so completely. 

“Fuck,” he whispers, “you’re so tight, you take me so perfectly.” He waits a moment more before he slowly thrusts forward. You both let out matching groans before he begins to pick up the pace. He fucks up into you in sharp, deep thrusts and you feel the familiar burning low in your stomach before you’re screaming his name. 

“That’s it baby; cum on my cock, I’ve got you.” He doesn’t let up one bit as you cum and he continues to pulse inside you. With a few more thrusts he’s close, and his hurried voice is deep in your ear, “where? Where do I-?” his breath comes in ragged pants. 

“Inside,” you gasp out, “cum inside me Llewyn - I want to feel you, all of you.” Your words are his undoing and in a few short thrusts you can feel him pulse inside you, painting your walls with his cum. 

You savor the closeness of your bodies as he softens inside you. The water in the shower begins to run cold and Llewyn frantically turns off the water. His forehead comes to rest on your own. “That was...fucking amazing,” he whispers, before looking into your eyes. 

“Yeah, it was...Llewyn...I don’t think we can be just friends anymore.” 

He slowly lowers your leg before he slips out of you, and you can’t help but want him back. You love the way he fills you so perfectly. Llewyn reaches for the soft towel on the rack, stepping out and wrapping it low on his waist. Reaching out for your hand before he wraps a second towel around you. He helps you from the tub and just holds you close. 

“Y/N,” he sighs, “I don’t have anything to give you, I’m homeless, I play at shit gigs and sell songs for scraps, and, according to Jean I’m nothing but shit.” 

“She’s such a bitch,” you huff under your breath, but he hears you, and laughs, resting his forehead against yours.

“Yeah, sometimes she can be, but that’s beside the point. I have nothing to bring to this relationship-” 

“Llewyn-” 

“Let me finish,” he cuts you off, “please.” You nod, reluctantly. “I am nothing, but...but when I’m with you I never feel that way. You make me feel seen. Valued. You bring out the best in me and you never, never give up on me even when I want to give up on myself. So...if you are willing to put up with an asshole, homeless, folk singer as a boyfriend then... I wanna be here for you.” 

“Can I talk now?” you ask and he nods. “Look at me Llewyn,” you drag his head up to meet your eyes, “You are an amazing man that deserves to be loved so completely. You are so thoughtful and caring. You're not an asshole. Remember when Jim was sick and you helped take care of him while Jean worked, or the time you lost the Gorfeins cat? And you have a home Llewyn, if you would only open your eyes and look.” His eyes turn glassy and you struggle not to cry. “Will you stay here with me Llewyn? Long after the rain has ended?” 

He takes a few moments before answering, closing his eyes, and opening them slowly, you could get lost in those deep brown eyes. “Until long after the rain has ended baby.” 

 Day 14- The Test Results - Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia 

#inside llewyn davis #November writing challenge #Day 13 #Oscar Isaac #llewyn davis x reader

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The New Baby (Harry Potter)

Life after high school wasn't all it was cracked up to be, at least if you were a ex wizard like Draco Malfoy who while he had avoided jail time for being part of the death eaters had been permanently stripped of his magic and made into a squib. As one might guess, after living a live of luxury and being able to use magic from a young age Draco was totally and completely hopeless at living without magic and in a twist that even he hadn't know about, it had turned out he'd never actually been potty trained. His Mother had cast a charm on him that had given him potty control from the time he was 6 months old having grown tired of the smell's the baby was making and well when his magic was taken from him so were any long lasting charms. the end result meant not only was he trying (and failing) to adept to the muggle world, he was doing it while back in nappies and after a week, suffering from a massive case of nappy rash as he was hopeless at getting himself clean. what little bit of his families wealth he had hung onto was quickly used up with his choice to live in a hotel and going with disposable nappies instead of cloth (He was a Malfoy damn it and he WASN'T going to wash his own shit out of a dirty nappy!) and the longest he had manged to hold down a job was under a hour, he just didn't have the temperament to work at a shop. He'd either get in a fight with a customer, get in a fight with his boss, or having a crying fit when he couldn't get a piece of muggle tech to work. One month after High school and Draco was broke, out on the street, and down to his last three nappies and rooting though a trash can for something to eat, and thats when Potter and Granger had found him.

Life after High school for Harry had been a breeze. He was rich already and world famous, and of course landed his dream job of being a auror. Likewise Hermione had managed to land a part time teaching job that left her free to come home on weekends while spending weekdays at Hogwarts. True it sucked that Ron had cut both of them out of his life after finding out they had hooked up while he'd been off having one of his many little tantrums but they were happy together for the most part,. the most part was the fact it came to light that they would never be able to have kids because of a curse Harry had taken during the battle of Hogwarts. It was a crushing blow for the young couple but they just agreed that when they were ready, they would just adopt. Of course they had both heard about what happened with Draco and shared a good laugh over heard how he needed nappies but that day on the street when they found him fishing though a rubbish bin and chomping hungrily on a half eaten burger all the joy had gone out of it. Draco had been humiliated and tried to run off but since they were in the magic part of town no one batted a eye when Hermione had lifted him up with her wand and they'd forced him to come with them..only pausing on the trip back to the nice 2 story cottage Harry owned for Harry to go and pick up some nappies and rubber pants for Draco and Hermione to treat Draco to a meal at the little fish and chip place the drug store had in the back.

Draco never stopped waiting for the other shoe to drop. he knew there was no reason that these two would be this nice to him without setting him up for something bad after everything he'd done in school to them. Still, he wolfed down the fish and chips, three baskets worth as he'd only eaten what little he could find for the 2 weeks since he'd been on the street and chugged the cola that Hermione kept getting refilled for him as fast as he could. God, she looked so good. Mature, sexy, giving him looks of kindness and encouraging him to eat and drink as much as he wanted and ignoring how horrible he must of smelled. Potter came back from whatever he was doing and they were asking him question, like where was he staying, did he have a job and the like. "Stay wherever I can and try and avoid trouble." Draco said, Pausing from stuffing his face, on his third basket. he took a long sip of his cola then went on. "No job. no one wanted a nappy brat when I could wash regularly. now.." he gave a mirthless laugh and went back to chowing down, noting the look that the two gave each other. "I've got a question for you two.. Where's Weasley? Usually you three are the three musketeers and all that." Draco asked, putting a napkin to his face and belching and wincing as a loud fart came out and there was a warm wet rush between his cheeks. He was shitting himself. "I..Uh..Never mind. I should get going." He said, his cheeks turned red and he went to excuse himself. "It's ok Draco." Harry said, putting a hand on his shoulder, and giving Draco a smile even as a horrid smell filled the shop. "it's not like you can help it." Hermione and Harry did get up and moved with Draco as he moved to leave, Hermione leaving a fat tip to the poor server and then they were out on the street and he found himself numbly following their lead towards the a fore mentioned cottage, his limbs seemingly not wanting to listen to him. 'bastards! they used a unforgivable curse on me!' Draco thought, the realization hitting him like all the greasy food had hit his guts and was now hitting his nappy. the poor thing was holding up either and the back of his dirt brown trousers were growing dark with shit stained as his filth leaked down his legs. entering the house which was painted a lovely yellow, Draco felt shame flooding him as the house looked like something out of a magazine, and was nice and clean. it had been filled with the smell of wild flowers at least until he'd been marched inside and his mess was coming out his pant legs, staining the lovely cream colored carpet. it was a shocked when he heard himself actually speak up, they had lifted the curse at some point and he'd just kept walking with them on either side as they'd led him to a bathroom. "I-I'm sorry I ruined your car- Hey I can talk!" He said, even as hot tears went down his grime and food covered face, cutting a path. "Yeah mate, we only had it on you for about 30 second but you kept being a good boy. Listen Draco, Carpet's can be cleaned so down worry about it. what me and Hermione wanna do right now is look after you. That means getting you washed up." Harry said in a calm and soothing voice. "I..I don't..Why? I've always been a rotter to you both.." Draco whimpered. "Well, you weren't exactly at your most charming but with your upbringing.." Hermione said, and was helping Draco with his jacket and shirt, scanning his body for a second and giving a sigh of relief. "I told you he wasn't the type to use needles Hermione." Harry said and Draco  blinked and squirmed. It wasn't that he hadn't been tempted to use some of the muggles drugs, but just he'd never been able to afford to. which was a fact he figured he had better hide from these two. "in any case.. We wanna look after you for a bit Draco. Maybe help you get up on your feet." Harry was saying as his gently tugged down Draco's pants and despite the stench of it, grinned wildly at the sight of Draco's swollen store brand nappy. "Wonderful. Now can you step out of your pants please buddy?" the question had it been from anyone other then these two would of triggered a brat fit but Draco just felt exhausted and nodded, bracing himself on Harry's shoulders as he did as he was told and Hermione used a spell to dispose of the pants. "We'll buy you more later. your shirt can be washed at least." she said holding a nose. "I..I uh, Ok.." Draco said. it wasn't like he was in a position to argue.

Harry was wiping the back of Draco's legs, getting most of the sludge that had leaked out and dabbing at the spot here it leaked when he paused and frowned. "Draco, spread your legs for a second please." Harry said. Draco did and a gasp came out of Hermione's mouth as they say the red welts and weeping blood spots on Draco's inner thighs. they had both assumed he'd been walking funny due to his nappy's thickness but their was telling anther tale. "Draco..doesn't that hurt?" Harry asked slowly, looking up with concern at the blond. "I..I just got used to it..and it doesn't hurt as bad as the rest." Draco said in a small voice, looking away from them. "The..rest?" Hermione asked slowly, then looked at Harry who nodded. He slowly undid the spoiled nappy and the smell got worst but neither were focusing on that as they both gasped at the raw skin and horrible nappy rash that Draco had, his privates were a mixture of red and brown. "Oh Draco!' Hermione cried out and started the tub going, trying to will the water to heat up faster. Harry was gently wiping at the filth and paused as Draco would flinch or hiss as Harry did so, but then with his eyes shut tight and tears running he whimpered out a request in a ragged breath. "J-Just get it done fast!" Harry didn't need to be told twice and was fighting back tears of his own as he cleaned Draco up, the tissues a mess of shit and blood and the poor guy was turning pale. Harry didn't bother to ask how this had happened, between needing to make his nappies last and Harry doubted he'd been using talcum powder or rash cream.. Not helping matters was his pubic hairs which he had clearly tried to shave at one point and many were coming back as ingrown hairs. getting him as clean as he could with the toilet paper and flushing the loo, Hermione and harry helped him into the tub and it was Harry who had a arm under Draco's and a hand on his chest as Hermione switched from tub to their detachable shower head. Keeping the flow on gentle but firm enough to wash away the filth she worked over the mess as Draco whimpered and started to sob. "Shhh It's ok Draco, it's going to be ok. we're here for you." Harry cooed and rubbed the slimmer mans chest. god, you could see how unwell he'd been eating, his ribs were almost showing and there was no way that was just from two weeks on the streets. Draco had been ignoring his diet clearly for awhile and there was his brief 2 months in prison to take in as well. "Jesus.. " Harry muttered and locked eyes with his wife,She was almost crying as she washed away the filth, and nodded back to him. "I..I..It hurts.." Draco whimpered in a pathetic, mockery of his former tone, and he looked back at Harry, seemingly unable to look at Hermione. "I..Just..Help.." he whimpered like a broken puppy. "we're gonna Draco." Harry promised. "But right now we have to remove your pubic hair. it's lea-" Harry started and Draco happened to look down as Hermione turned the water off and reached for the shaving cream and a razor. "N-No! No razor! get that away from me! you'll cut me!" Draco Howled, suddenly alive and with a power Harry hadn't expected and would of over powered him if his fear fueled power hadn't run out as fast as it had come on. Draco slumped in Harry's arms, panting and weakened and sniffling. "D-Draco what was that about?" Harry asked. "M-My first night on the streets... a.. a big heavy set muggle.. he..he had a razor. said I was going to.. to.. " and Draco whimpered and sobbed., but went on. "Or he'd cut me. I..I was scared and so I..I.." Draco's sobs filled the bathroom and Harry and Hermione were silent in shock. "Draco I.. I'm JUST going to remove your hair down here..so you can get better. NO one i this house will ever make you do THAT." Hermione said in a soft and calming tone. "I..I..Promise?" Draco sniffled. "We will NEVER lie to you Draco, thats a promise." Harry promised. "...I might flinch...I can't help it." Draco said after about 30 seconds. "I'll keep that in mind." Hermione said and then got to work.

With Draco semi cleaned up and shaved, the poor boy still needed a soak and a washing. the tub was washed out and then switch back to the facet and Draco was gently laid down in the tub, on the slant that all tubs have and the water slowly filled  the tub as Harry and Hermione exchange looks and squeezed each others hands. they had been told they could never have a baby but here was a boy who needed a set of loving parents in the worse way, never mind he was their age. Noticing how Draco semi flinched around her as she moved in, Hermione stepped back and let Harry wash Draco and get his hair cleaned and then tried to let Draco enjoy the warm water for a bit as she shut off the tap. it was all for naught though as a combination of what he had been though and the hot/warm water had Draco quickly fall asleep in the tub, and it was only her quick movements (Harry had been talking to her, his back to Draco) that kept his head from going under while Harry pulled the plug to drain the water.

Getting Draco out of the water and wrapped up in a soft towel, Harry couldn't help but be amazed at how light Draco was, almost as if he had hollow bones. Carrying him to the makeshift nursery that Hermione and Harry had started before finding out they could never conceive, it was Hermione who took to using a few spells to change the size of the crib and the like while Harry for at least this nappy change set Draco on the plush carpet. Laying out 3 of the soft and thick terry cloth diapers under the sleeping boy, Harry proceeded to coat Draco's butt and crotch with rash cream and followed up with a thick coating of baby powder that made the sleeping blond give a adorable little sneeze. Pinning the nappy's up he got the light blue rubber pants over them with a little bit of trouble and then Hermione was holding up two Onesie's she'd made big enough to fit the adult baby. "What do you think Harry?" She asked held up a one one with a dinosaur print up it and a light blue one with a teddy on the front. "Teddy or dinos?" "oh, teddy for sure." Harry chuckled and they started to get him dressed.

Draco woke up about a hour later, Yawning and rubbing at his eyes. he'd had a crazy dream that he'd run into Harry and Hermione and they had taken him back to their place to make him their big baby. He was a little bit confused on why he was on something so comfortable when the local shelter would of been closed by now and slowly forced his semi gummy eyes to opened and look around. "...On second thought, Maybe that wasn't a weird dream after all.." Draco said in a soft voice. He was in a nursery alright, light green walls and different magical beasts painted on the walls. the carpet was a light brown color and looked very plush and soft and he was in a wooden crib that had been painted white and had a queen sized mattress in it, and a mobile hanging up over head with quidditch players hanging from it, spinning around. the crib had a little activity toy on the run of it, different knobs and the like he could play with and semi mirror in it that let him see his new attire. "Bloody hell..I look like a over sized baby!" Draco squeaked out. before he could take anymore in the door to the Nursery opened and in walked Harry and Hermione. "Now now, watch the potty mouth." Harry scolded with a smirk, wagging a finger. "Oh be nice, He's just a little shocked. I think we can give him some leeway." Hermione said and then leaned over the crib rail. "Do you feel better after your nap little one?" Truth be told he did feel better, and his nether regions weren't as sore as before but still, he was founding himself in a not quite mute shock, but unable to form words and he babbled away before just slowly nodding his head. "S'all right Little guy. I know this is a bit of a shock but trust me, you're gonna love it here." Harry said. "I..Buh...Da?" came Draco's less then witty reply. "well spoken." Hermione giggled and ruffled Draco's hair and gushed as the little guy closed his eye's in bliss and nuzzled into her hand. "OK, that's just adorable." Harry chuckled and Joined Hermione on the crib rail. "Now some basic rules we're gonna need you to follow Draco...Don't worry, they're nothing horrible." Draco opened his eyes at that and gulped nervously, he'd never been all that good at following the rules. "Rule number one: You're not allowed to change your own nappies. I know sometimes it might seem easier for you if you could but that's mine or Hermione's job now. you'll never be left in a soiled nappy any longer then you have to be in it, If I'm busy cooking or the like.All you have to worry about is looking cute" Harry said holding up a finger. "Rule number two:You're no longer allowed to bathe yourself. We were gonna show some leeway with it but after you conked out in the tub earlier, it's just for your safety." Hermione said, holding up two fingers. "Rule number three: we know you're still a grown man with certain needs, but if you feel the need to pleasure yourself let me or mommy know first and we'll give you a little privacy. I don't really wanna walk in on you humping a teddy." Harry said, smirking and holding up three fingers as Draco blushed BIG time at that. "Rule number four: Your to call me and Harry mommy and daddy, or if you have a varmint of those you prefer that's ok. You'll need to get used to it for when we take you out in public as we'll be using a shrinking charm to make you look like a little boy. We could use the charm all the time if you prefer but we both figured that should be your choice to make after you've tried out both sizes." Hermione said and held up four fingers. "And last but not least, Rule number five: Your not to try and feed yourself without permission from mommy or daddy. We want you to relax and enjoy being spoiled. Questions, comments, concerns?" Harry asked and waited. Draco squirmed in his thick nappy, blushing as he listened and then finally found his voice as he did indeed have one question. "W-what happens if I break a rule?" He asked in a small voice and then looking around his crib he spotted a snake stuffie and pulled it to his chest. "Heh.. well first time will be a scolding and likely a time out. second time will be a spanking on your diapered butt and a time out. third time.." And Harry trailed off, but it didn't take a genius to guess the unspoken threat. "I'll be good! I'll be very good!" Draco promised, then paused for a second and a little smirk crossed his face. "You knowwwww Mommy and daddy.. you didn't make swearing against the rules. so I can say fu-" "Don't push it little man. you won't get a spanking for swearing but there's a bar of soap with your name on it." Hermione chuckled. that was met with a muffled poot from Draco who gave a sheepish grin. "Jusssst hada test it you know,." "Mhmm..I can see this is going to be a interesting relationship." Harry said and then both him and Hermione leaned over the crib bars and smooched Draco's cheeks.

The end for now

[moonbeambucky]

Addicted (Part 6 - End)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 5347 Warnings: minor fluff, angst, smut, cheating

Summary: Hearts break under the weight of buried feelings, longing for the chance at repair no matter the consequence.

A/N: This is the final installment of my submission for @youngmoneymilla Eliza’s 5K Challenge. My prompt was “Quit You” by Lost Kings. Thank you as always to Sam 💕 @buckyofthemyscira for beta reading, ilysm! gif not mine

PART 5 | ADDICTED MASTERLIST

Steve limps off the jet, supported by Sam and Bucky on each side; both men in just as much pain but Steve had gotten it the worst. 

Everyone is hurt in different ways. Wanda broke her wrist, holding her arm gently as she follows the group towards the med bay, hoping she doesn't need surgery. Tony grunts with each step, every muscle in his body aching as the particles that make up his suit retreat to the chamber on his chest.

Natasha takes the gauze off the gash on her forehead, checking for any fresh blood. She smirks as Clint passes by, calling out for Lucky. The dog runs out jumping on Clint, ignoring the two black eyes and a splint going across his nose. This isn’t the first time it’s broken and it won’t be the last either but Lucky doesn’t care as his tongue laps away at Clint’s face.

The medical staff is overwhelmed by everyone rushing in. Steve fights the help he desperately needs, hissing through a clenched jaw as he tries to ensure the team gets treated first for their injuries.

“Easy Cap.” Sam forces Steve to lie back on the table. “You gotta let them fix you up, alright? You don't wanna worry your girl too much.” Bucky’s expression drops but he continues to help Steve out of his gear.

All Steve could think about was Y/N, aside from the throbbing in his head, most likely a concussion. His leg was aching too from the thick piece of metal that lodged itself in there.

He expects to heal quickly but between the other injuries he has his body is going to be working overtime.

He reaches for his phone, catching a glimpse of his shadowed reflection against the dark screen. His busted lip is swollen, his skin is covered in dirt, caked with blood and sweat. He feels as bad as he looks, maybe worse but he’s holding it together for everyone.

It’s earlier than he thought, having been on the plane for hours, drifting in and out he didn’t quite pay attention to the time. He reviewed the message he sent Y/N as they were headed back to the Tower.

Steve: Hi sweetheart, we’re on our way back. I’m pretty banged up but I don’t want you to worry. I’ll be alright in a few days. You might not want to see me until then, not by the way my face is looking right now. I miss you and I love you. Steve.

She had only replied to him fairly recently, letting him know she was on her way and seeing that message made his heart feel lighter. The truth was Y/N missed Steve’s initial text. She was keeping herself extra busy with work during his week long absence. Her phone was on silent as she hosted an open house for potential buyers.

As soon as it was over she locked up and grabbed a cab, racing to the Tower, not caring that her feet were aching from the heels she’s been in all day. Steve was hurt and it sounded bad, and all she wanted to do was see him. Her stomach twisted itself into knots during the prolonged car ride thanks to early evening traffic but she was nearly there.

When she pulled up to the front of the Tower she paid the cab driver, ignoring his questions about who she might be and why she was going into the headquarters of the Avengers. It wasn’t on purpose but all she could think about was Steve, guilt eating away at her as she realized she hadn’t thought about him much since he left, not since she shared that longing gaze with Bucky.

At the entrance Y/N is greeted by the familiar faces of the security guards who send her up to the medical wing. As the elevator doors opened she dashed to her left, heels clattering against the polished floor, ignoring the pain in her feet as she walked briskly towards her destination.

She stopped in the hallway at the sight of Bucky closing a door behind him. He looked even more tired than when she last saw him. His face was covered in a film of grime with greasy strands tucked behind his ear.

His mouth falls open when he sees how incredible she looks. A simple black dress has never looked better and the leather jacket she wears over it makes his cock stir, and fuck, those shoes. Pointed toe pumps with straps all over covered in dangerous looking studs. He would kill to feel those scrape against his back as he fucks her.

Bucky stops, ignoring the throb in his pants. He can’t think like that anymore. His lips press into a somber thin line and he looks away from her. Y/N opened her mouth to say something but Bucky doesn’t have the strength to hear it. He brushes past her, inhaling her scent, that sweet fragrance that’s been tainted with worry, over Steve.

Y/N takes deep breath, pushing Bucky out of her mind as she heads inside Steve’s room. He’s happy to see her, his lips pulling into a soft smile that aches at the moment but he pushes through. Tears fall down her cheeks as she sees the aftermath of the mission, beaten into his face.

“I’m alright sweetheart, I promise,” Steve reassured.

Y/N sat on the chair beside his bed, lacing her fingers with his. Tears continued their stream as she took note of every cut on what was once flawless skin, with red abrasions standing out like a cardinal in the snow.

“I’ll be better in no time, I’m a super soldier, remember?”

Another smile stretches across his face as Steve tries to lighten the mood, this time pulling a little too much as his lip splits open again. Y/N grabs some gauze pads, gently dabbing at the blood.

“You don’t look very super now Steve.” She frowned, sniffling. “Why didn’t you ask me to come over?”

“I didn’t want you to worry about me… but I’m glad you’re here.” He caressed her cheek and Y/N leaned into his warm palm.

She didn’t come because of Steve’s message.

When she finally got to her screen after the open house the message she saw had nearly given her a heart attack. Bucky. Seeing his name above a text message made her thoughts split into a million scenarios of why he was contacting her. Is he hurt? Is he dead? After reading the text she held back tears.

Bucky: We’re back, Steve’s hurt. you should come see him

“Please don’t cry,” Steve murmured, wiping away her tears with his thumb.

“I love you Steve,” Y/N said.

Leaning down, she gently pressed her lips against his swollen ones, feeling him wince against her. She pulled away with a coppery taste in her mouth, a soured reflection of her relationship with Steve.

Hours later Bucky came back to check on Steve not realizing Y/N was still there. He froze, blushing with embarrassment, staring at them in fear as if they had been able to see what has occupied him the last few hours.

Bucky was freshly showered, his hair finally soft and clean again though he felt nothing but dirty. In the shower he stroked himself, tugging at his balls, swiping at his leaking tip with his thumb over and over again to the image of Y/N in that outfit. He groaned as he came, hot ropes painting the tiled walls of his shower, wishing he was buried inside her heat again.

Steve’s eyes lit up as he greeted Bucky.

“Just checkin’ in to see how you’re feeling pal.” Bucky smiled uncomfortably, glancing over at Y/N as she was mid-yawn.

“Better now that my best girl came to see me.”

Y/N smiled softly at him before covering her mouth to hide another yawn.

“You should go home sweetheart.” Steve turned his head towards Bucky, “It’s late. Would you mind taking Y/N home, Buck?”

Her yawn was cut off by the immediate tingle of fear that ran down her spine. “No, no it’s okay Steve. You’ve all had a long trip back. I can get home myself.”

Y/N slipped her heels back on, limping slightly as she walked to grab her jacket from where it was hung. She missed the silent look Steve shared with Bucky, the one that meant he was trusting him with getting her home safe and Bucky knew there was no room for argument.

Bucky gave them a few minutes to say goodbye as he went back to his room to grab his phone and keys, as a bad feeling burned a hole in his stomach.

The ride to her apartment was awkward, with the radio filling the void of silence. Bucky was trying not to stare at her bare legs, and how desperate he was to be between them again. He focused on the road instead, driving to Y/N’s apartment, a place in all the time they’ve spent together he’s never been. He frowned, not realizing how close she lived to him.

“It’s this one,” she cleared her throat, pointing it out as he slowed down on her block.

Bucky found a spot a few doors down from her building. Y/N was surprised when he turned off the engine, and even more surprised when he opened her door for her. Bucky offered her his arm to step down from the tall SUV.

“Thank you,” she said softly as she held on to him.

It felt so strange to be walking with Y/N to her apartment but Bucky promised himself he would only walk her to the front door to make sure she gets inside safely. It’s what Steve would want. He followed behind Y/N, averting his eyes from her tantalizing backside.

Focusing on her shoes isn’t any better but it does allow him the ability to see as her foot stumbles on the step. Quickly he reaches out for her, his arms instinctively going around her waist to ensure she doesn’t fall.

“I’m fine,” Y/N said, swallowing harshly, very much aware of Bucky’s firm grip around her.

Bucky was aware of it too, feeling the way her stomach tensed against him so he let go. Y/N held the banister as she continued to walk up the steps, holding back a whimper from the radiating ache in her foot.

At the top of the steps she digs in her bag for her keys and Bucky notices how she shifted her weight to the other foot.

“Those shoes are incredibly sexy but impractical for walking.”

With her key in the door Y/N paused at Bucky’s words, and Bucky, turning a not so subtle shade of pink must have realized what he said as well.

Y/N opened the door, limping again as she took a step inside. She was about to thank him before Bucky followed her in.

“What floor are you on?”

Her brows furrowed as she answered warily, “The fifth.”

Just like Bucky’s building, Y/N’s had no elevator and there was no way he was going to let her struggle up the steps.

“C’mere,” he said, gesturing his arms open.

Bucky waited for Y/N to step towards him before he scooped her up bridal style. Her heart was pounding as she looped her arm around his neck, her stomach twisting with unease about how right it felt to be in his arms again.

She gazes at Bucky and up close she can see the rough patches around his temple and on his cheek, light red scrapes that have already begun to heal. She adjusted her grip as he continued to walk up the steps, feeling the puffs of breath he was blowing out from his nose.

Bucky can bench press ten times her weight so she’s not offended. He’s hurt, and he’s hiding it. By the time they reach the top she can feel the rapid beat of his heart and the heaviness of his breathing.

Y/N points towards her door and Bucky sets her down gently.

“Thank you.” She smiled, taking a deep breath of her own before speaking again. “Do you want to come in and rest for a few minutes? Maybe I can get you a glass of water or something?”

Bucky huffs out another breath, contemplating what he should do. Water does sound good right now and he could take a minute to get his breathing under control but he knows he shouldn’t stay. His arid throat makes the decision for him. Y/N swallows a deep breath of her own; this isn't a big deal, it’s just water.

She unlocks her door, swinging it open as she blindly reaches her arm out on the wall for the light switch. Bucky shuts the door behind them, locking them all out of habit. Y/N leans against the wall as she takes off her heels, feeling immediate relief as her feet hit the cold wood floor.

Leading Bucky further into her apartment he passes the small kitchen in a nook off to the right and the circular glass table to the left with a beautiful bouquet of fresh flowers in the center. Their fragrance permeates the air, a sweet resemblance to her perfume. He wondered if she bought them for herself or if they were from Steve. I should have bought her flowers.

Bucky finds himself in her living room that is somewhat similar to his own. Candles of varying heights line the fireplace, the mantle is a simple beam of wood, distressed enough to match the aged brick surround.

Ignoring the modest television above the mantle, Bucky smiles instead as he glances over to the right. Through the glass paneled doors of a small accent cabinet Bucky can see the well worn spines of the books that filled the shelves. It was a shame he never asked her about the things they have in common. His heart skips a sullen beat as he realizes he’s known her for so long and yet there’s so much he doesn’t know.

He sits on the comfortable couch, watching Y/N walk with a slightly uneven gait as she heads back towards the kitchen.

“Did you want something other than water?”

“No, that’s fine,” Bucky called back to her.

He never really thought about Y/N’s apartment before being as they were always at his place, but as he looks around everything makes sense. The decor is a perfect reflection of her personality. He cranes his neck around to check out the art she has hanging above the couch, twisting a little too far and feeling an uncomfortable pull.

His hand reaches back to feel the gauze covering stitches he had to get. He feels the slight dampness of blood, confirming he’s pulled them. He rushes off the couch, not wanting to get blood on her furniture.

“Here you g–” Y/N stops, placing the water on the table the moment she saw Bucky’s tense face. “Are you okay?”

His lips formed a thin line. “Pulled my stitches.”

“Oh Bucky, let me help you.”

Y/N took him into the bathroom and they pass the entry to her bedroom. Bucky tries not to peek inside but he gets a glimpse of dim lighting reflecting soft colors. He sits on the edge of the tub as Y/N opens the medicine cabinet to pull out a box of bandages and antiseptic.

“Can I see?” she asked.

Reluctantly Bucky pulled his shirt over his head, trying to ignore all the times he’s undressed in front of her before. Y/N pressed her lips together at the sight of his bare torso. He’s a little banged up, with more scrapes littering his chest and bruising around his ribs.

He shifts, allowing her access to his back and the gauze on his shoulder blade. Y/N pulls the tape off his skin as gently as she can, bracing one hand against him to help separate the glue from his tender skin. He’s warmer than usual and she doesn’t know if it’s from the wound or the fact that they’re currently in this situation together.

When the gauze is pulled off Y/N gasped slightly. Bucky’s gash was angry red, with dark wire looped through the broken seams of skin. The sutures had separated in a few spots with fresh crimson trickling down.

Y/N lets out a shaky breath, upset at the injuries Bucky sustained. “Are you in pain?” she asked, rinsing a washcloth under the faucet and wringing it out.

My heart is broken without you. “I’ll be fine. Should heal soon.”

Gently she blotted at his skin to clean the blood away, patting the area dry. On a cotton swab she puts on the antiseptic cream, dabbing it on the open wound from the broken sutures. Bucky turns his head to watch her search for something in the cabinet again, her eyes widening with relief as she spots what she needed.

Y/N handed him a roll of medical tape. “Do you mind?”

Opening the box, she unwrapped fresh gauze, holding it against his skin and Bucky tore off pieces for her as she secured it over his wound. A satisfied smile pulled at her lips when she was finished.

She leaned down to pick up the washcloth from the floor as Bucky swung around to face her, holding out the tape. Nerves bubbled up his throat as he opened his mouth to speak.

“I love…” he paused as she took the tape from his hands, electrifying tingles dancing on their skin as they touched. “...how much you care about me.”

It’s not exactly what Y/N wanted to hear but it’s close and she takes it as if Bucky recited the deepest words of love written by poets of long ago.

Time slowed as she set the items aside, her heart pounding in her ears to the silent beat of love. Bucky stood tall, his bare chest rising and falling with the same unspoken desire as he stared longingly at her.

With a step forward the space between them diminishes. Y/N’s breath hitches in her throat and she forces the lump down with a hard swallow. Lifting her gaze towards Bucky’s she sees the blue of his eyes withdrawing for dark pupils but this time they were different. Gone is the wanton wildfire, now his eyes simmer with soft longing.

Bucky smiled gently with the faintest muscles pulling on the corner of his lips. His nerves are buzzing as she grazes her fingers up his arms, goosebumps prickling his skin as she traced the curves of his muscular arms; smiling wider as she brushed over the grooves of his metal appendage until her arms were wrapped around his neck.

He’s mesmerized as Y/N’s tongue darts out to wet her lips because she can’t prevent what is going to happen, she doesn’t want to. Their faces are inches apart and Y/N feels Bucky’s hot breath falling on her. She grazed her nose along his skin, brushing her lips softly against Bucky’s. Tears flooded her eyes the moment he pressed his lips against hers as joy and relief washed over her like a tidal wave.

Kissing Y/N again was a dream come true, and Bucky sets aside his thoughts of the inevitable nightmare this would lead to. His arms wrap around her, bringing her as close to his heart that will always be hers.

Despite their time apart the kiss is soft and slow, with gentle whimpers falling from Y/N’s mouth as her lips mold perfectly to Bucky’s. The world faded away as they were reunited, their tongues meeting in a sensual dance, deepening the kiss they never want to end.

Bucky’s hands skimmed down her sides until he reached her thighs, grabbing them in surprise as he lifted her up. Their kiss broke momentarily as the air filled with Y/N’s laughter before she pressed her lips against his again craving more; insatiable for his kiss as if it was restoring her soul.

Navigating blindly towards her bedroom, Bucky gently laid Y/N on the bed and he draped himself beside her. Their lips exchange sweet kisses that grow deeper as their hands roam along bare skin. She smiles as she pulls him closer, gently rocking her hips against him.

Bucky feels the stir in his pants and he knows she can too, his hardening length ruts against her and as much as he wants to be buried inside her he pulls away. It’s a quick moment to drink her in, to see the dizzying effects of their passion in the gaze of her eyes.

Y/N looks at him like he’s the only thing that matters in the world and Bucky feels the sentiment deep in his soul. Her soft smile is everything, the light in her eyes that shine just for him. He’s enveloped by that sweet scent he calls home, a place he wants to visit again and never leave.

He pours his heart and soul into every heavenly movement as his lips pressed against hers again. Soft whimpers bubbled in her throat and as a moan fell from Bucky’s lips Y/N felt an ache in her core that longed to be sated in a way no one else but Bucky could make her.

It felt like time had never passed. Bucky unzipped her dress, delicately tossing it to the floor as he peeled the fabric from her skin. Cupping the smooth fabric of her bra before reaching around to unhook the clasp.

His hands are immediately on her breasts, gently squeezing the supple flesh as leans in closer. Bucky drags his tongue over her nipple, circling over each one back and forth. Her back arched as he nipped lightly, taking it into his warm mouth, sucking, licking, giving his attention to each breast.

Y/N felt the wetness soaking through her panties as he continued, gasping as he flicked his tongue over the pebbled bud, increasing her building ache with another swirl of his tongue.

Bucky knew he was driving her crazy, the scent of her arousal flooded his senses. There was a heady longing in her musk that made him want to pounce on her like a lion stalking its prey. But tonight things were different. The only thing on his mind is to draw out and savor every sensual moment together.

He trailed sweet kisses down her stomach, sucking gently against the inside of her thighs. Y/N squirmed as he teased her more with kisses that almost went where she wanted them most.

When Bucky finally grabbed the material of her panties she gasped, when his arms curled around her thighs she whimpered, and when he took his first taste of her she cried out, gripping the sheets as she ascended to the heavens.

Bucky took his time between her legs, to worship her like the goddess she is. His tongue works expertly to bring her to the edge, loving the way Y/N trembles around him. She cries out, burying her fingers in his hair, the scratchy feeling of her need to hold on to anything solidifies the tent in his pants but Bucky ignores it, moaning against her as she comes undone.

Over and over again he sends her body into a dizzying spell of bliss, riding waves of pleasure as his name falls from her lips. Their eyes lock and he hummed in content at the taste of her. Slowly her body relaxed, her legs still shaking as he climbed up her body.

Bucky’s lips capture hers again, the taste of her being passed between them as Bucky slipped his tongue deeper into Y/N’s mouth. Whimpers leave her lips as she breaks away for air, swallowing a hardened breath.

Y/N’s eyes speak volumes as she stares at him, with her hands accompanying the unspoken words as she traced them lightly down his back, along the top of his jeans until she reached the front.

Her hands rested on the button as she looked at Bucky, seeing the affirmative nod of his head. She popped the button, cupping his hardness as he kissed her again. It was a duel effort to get Bucky out of his jeans, shucking them to the side along with his boxers.

Shifting on the bed, she spread her legs wide enough for Bucky to slip between them. Holding himself above, his loving gaze is cast upon her and he can’t help but caress her face. His heart flutters at the true beauty of Y/N as she lies beneath him. His fingers caress the soft skin of her cheeks and Bucky leans down to take her lips once more, soft and sweet as he pushes inside of her.

The feeling is euphoric. Intense pleasure buzzing throughout their bodies as their hips met with a craving for more. Every thrust brought them higher on the crest of a wave of endless bliss.

A lewd moan spills from her lips, digging her fingers into his back as Bucky swiveled his hips, reaching deeper inside to the place inside her he knows well.

“Ohh fuck… yes… right there, so good,” she panted in hot breaths against him.

This is all he’s ever wanted, to make Y/N feel good, to make love to her every day and night, to love her.

She comes down from her high, crushing her lips to his as he continues his shallow thrusts. The stubble of his beard scrapes at her cheek but she doesn’t care. She needs him, now more than ever before.

Bucky was an addiction she tried to kick but the memory of him never faded, the way he made her feel, the way he felt inside her; she was changed from the moment their lips met and there was no turning back– not now, not ever.

Her hands roam down the muscles of his back and onto the swell of his ass, grabbing the flesh that flexes with each thrust into her. Bucky loves feeling her hands on him, guiding him as she lifts her hips to meet his, taking what she needs and he’ll give her everything.

The friction against her clit brings her to the edge, spurred on by Bucky’s words she comes; panting, cursing, his name on her lips as she tumbled towards ecstasy. His mouth is against hers again, swallowing the sweet moans she gives as she kisses him back.

She nudges him to lie on his back, savoring every moment as she slowly sinks down on him. Y/N is careful not to move too quickly, knowing his stitches are vulnerable as she moves above him.

Bucky’s hands caress her thighs, sliding up to her undulating hips. Every moment beating out the last in a bid for how beautiful she truly is; glowing like a celestial fire that burns for his love.

The muscles of his stomach tense as he sits up, wrapping his arms around her as she moves sensually on top of him. He kisses between her breasts, on any part of her skin his lips could meet until she slowed her pace. Her own arms wrapped around Bucky as their lips met, each of them smiling against one another.

They separated only when her lungs were burning for air but the kissing didn’t stop. Bucky kissed her neck as Y/N held him closer, resuming the motion of her hips. The press of his thumb against her clit made her twitch around him, crying out as she came.

Another kiss, stealing her breath that came out in heavy pants. Bucky moved Y/N on her side, getting behind her, lifting her thigh so he could enter her again. They move in tandem and he palms her breast that jiggles in his hand. His tongue traces the throbbing vein of her neck as his fingers tweak the peaked bud.

Y/N craned her head back to face him, slipping her tongue inside his mouth as he moved in and out of her wet heat. Bucky’s arm stretched across her waist, pulling her closer as he increased his pace. She bent her other arm, reaching out for his metal hand behind her, needing to feel as connected to Bucky as possible.

He feels her walls pulsing as he hits her sweet spots, moans bubbling in her throat and he knows she’s close. He grips her tighter as her walls clench around him in the most heavenly way.

It’s too much for him; Y/N is the only thing in the world that can turn Bucky into a crumbling mess. His body tenses as he thrusts, letting out a strangled cry as he releases himself inside her.

The aftermath of their lovemaking fills the air of her bedroom. Bucky’s head falls against hers, sticking against her equally sweat glistened skin. Y/N is still breathing heavy, her heart growing warmer as Bucky presses a kiss to her forehead.

For a while they laid together in silence, not wanting to face the real world when Bucky inevitably had to leave. It was easier to push the truth away for a few minutes longer, to smile tenderly at each other and block out the rest of the world.

Bucky brings her closer, rubbing circles on her back and feeling her skin prickle under his touch. Their hands intertwine again and Bucky presses another kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering on her warm skin. He hopes Y/N realizes how he feels about her, that he’s making up for things he left unsaid.

In the back of his mind Bucky knows he can’t ever say them because now things are complicated. More complicated than before when he couldn’t express his true emotions, because now there’s Steve.

He regrets having to leave Y/N but he needs to get back before anyone questions his whereabouts. His stomach sinks like an anchor as he sits at the edge of the bed, seeing the doleful expression on Y/N’s face.

Bucky searches for his clothes on her floor and Y/N gets out of bed. She can’t look at him, let alone herself. She opens a drawer to find something to wear. Silent tears slip down her face.

She is ruining a good thing. Steve doesn't deserve this. She knows that but as Bucky gets dressed behind her she realizes she can’t choose. She doesn’t want to.

She loves Steve and he loves her, he fills the part of her soul that’s been neglected for so long by Bucky. And though Bucky can’t reciprocate emotionally she can’t let him go. Y/N loves Bucky in a way she’s never felt before. An indescribable love that makes every part of her flutter when they’re together or not. Even if he can’t say the words, even if it’s not enough she still needs him. She needs both of them.

Bucky hates himself more than ever. If only Steve knew what he did… he wouldn’t call him a best friend. He hates that he can’t admit the truth to Y/N like he should have. Steve is a good man, the best man he’s ever known who loves unashamedly. Bucky knows Y/N deserves a man like Steve but as he looks at her tear filled eyes a bell of selfishness rings and knows he can’t let her go.

They hug for too long at the front of her door, rubbing her back as Y/N sobs against him. He isn’t afraid to hide the wetness in his own eyes. This isn’t easy for either of them but they know what has to be done.

The choice is simple, there is no choice. There is no Steve or Bucky.

It’s understood in their passionate kiss, the intensity that never falters. Sparks fly in their eyes just as they did when they first met, confirming that neither are letting each other go. It’s wrong but they won’t stop.

Bucky and Y/N are addicted to each other, to the way they feel together, high off the rush of chasing a love they'll never have. The secrecy continues because the truth would hurt everyone around them even if the cost is hurting themselves the most.

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Aedion x Lysandra baby headcanons

Also introducing: shifters!

-This is actually going to be a kind of short chapter

-You'll see why soon

-So Aedion and Lys thought they were prepared for a kid, right? After all, they're the adoptive parents of Evangeline

-But raising an eleven year old girl who's been through a lot of traumatic experiences (being sold by her mother, witnessing the war, etc) is a LOT different than raising a baby

-They don't know this, of course

-Aedion and Lys have been happy together for a while, and have built the city of Carraverre into something great. The city is thriving, trade is booming, the people love their lord and lady

-But then Lysandra meets Aelin and Elide's babies

-She's instantly in love

-Like, completely obsessed

-Since Lyria is not an easy baby, Lysandra offers to babysit her all the time

-Aedion does too

-After all, he considers the young princess his niece

-And so does Lys

-Evangeline loves her baby cousin Lyria, and she's so good with her. Lys thinks that since Ev's face is so different than those she's used to, it always makes her happy to see Evangeline

-So Lys is holding Lyria in her lap, with Evangeline clinging to her arm and cooing at the baby, and Aedion is lighting the fire to warm the room, and its just so perfect

-With her golden hair and green eyes, like a mix of Aedion's hair and a darker version of Lysandra's eyes, she can almost believe that the baby is hers

-She shakes the thought from her head immediately of course. She could never be jealous of Aelin and Rowan and their daughter

-But now she's deep in the grips of baby fever

-Aedion and Lys had not been taking contraceptives, at least until Rowan and Aelin got pregnant out of the blue. They realized that if two pure-blooded Fae could get pregnant that fast, then they had to be careful

-When Lyria goes home with her parents and Ev is off to bed, Lysandra pretty much pounces on her husband

-He doesn't complain, of course

-The next morning he goes to get her a tonic, and she refuses

-"Aedion, I want to have a baby" she says

-Aedion has been thinking the same thing. He just didn't want to bring it up, because he didn't know if Lysandra wanted to

-But now -

-"Why didn't you just so?" He laughs

-Anyway,

-A very flustered Aedion tells Evangeline to get herself breakfast and that she can do whatever she wants until lunch

-And a very smirking Evangeline skips off to eat chocolate for breakfast, because the girl knows what's up

-Though, not quite

-Lysandra and Aedion pretty much have a repeat wedding night, but this time in the middle of the day

-There's sporadic sexy times every now and then throughout the next few weeks, just to make sure

-But...

-Lysandra's cycle arrives exactly on time, just like it's been doing since she was thirteen

-So what, they say

-It might take a bit

-But...

-Months pass

-And Lys's cycle just keeps on coming

-They're getting frustrated, but when they go to a healer, she just says to give it time

-Lysandra asks Yrene in private the next time she sees her, only for her to get the same answer

-"It takes some people more time, don't worry." She assures her. "Just relax, anxiety doesn't help conception."

-Even so, Lys is anxious

-She wants a baby

-Even Evangeline is remarking occasionally that she'd like a baby brother or sister

-And Aedion and Lysandra desperately want to give her one

-But even with all their trying, there's still no baby

-Then Aelin, Elide, and Yrene all become pregnant at the same time

-It's a blow to Lysandra's heart

-She wants so badly to be happy for them. She's trying so hard to be happy

-But all she can think about is that her friends will all have kids so close in age to each other, and she might not even get a baby

-Her smile is forced at the announcement

-And that night she cries into Aedion's arms, and he makes love to her slow and deep, all the while assuring her that it has to happen soon. Any month now, her cycle will disappear

-But it still comes

-Lys starts trying all sorts of 'pregnancy helping' herbs. Nothing works

-She wonders if it's because she's a shifter that it's so difficult for her. But if it was hard for shifters to conceive, then how on earth would her father have sired her, a bastard child he abandoned?

-She's becoming obsessed

-And as much as Aedion wants a baby, he wants his wife to be happy more

-So he takes her on a vacation, in the hopes that it'll help her relax

-And it works, sort of

-Not seeing the babies seems to help, but she still worries

-At least when they get back she seems calmer

-Lysandra decides that if being a mother isn't going to be meant for her, then she needs to find a hobby

-Handicrafts? No

-Gardening? No

-Painting? A disaster

-She's in the middle of trying to write a book (and failing horribly, she's three pages in and it's only utter nonsense on the page) when Evangeline calls her downstairs

-Lysandra's daughter, fourteen years old, is standing in the entryway, holding open the heavy front doors

-There's three children outside on the doorstep. A girl, about Ev's age. Another girl, about ten years old. And a little boy, maybe five. All are covered in dirt and grime, and looking absolutely terrified

-The eldest girl gives a low curtsy, and Lysandra's heart breaks. She can't believe this girl, who looks like she's been through hell, is still curtsying, for someone she doesn't even need to.

-"I said I could get them some food." Evangeline says

-"Of course." Lysandra responds. "Food, but first, a bath. And clean clothes. And after dinner, a warm bed."

-The kids look scared, but Evangeline drags them through the manor, holding the girl's hand

-Lysandra draws each of them a bath, and orders Evangeline to tell the cook to make something hearty and hot for dinner

-When all the dirt is cleared away, the children are quite pretty. The girls have lovely dark hair and eyes, and the little boy has light brown hair and blue eyes.

-They introduce themselves. The eldest is Marsha, the middle girl is Ella, and the boy is Declan. They're siblings

-They eat dinner, and Lysandra tucks them away in guest bedrooms

-Aedion is out with the Bane at this time, and not due back for a while

-In that time, Lysandra has managed to find her new hobby: helping children

-She draws up plans for a house where all homeless and orphaned children are welcome. A place where they can go to get a bath, and clothes, and food, and a warm place to sleep

-The building is underway when Aedion arrives home

-He takes one look at his wife's beaming face as she cares for the kids, and his heart melts

-The house gets built, and the kids move in there, happy and safe. Evangeline frequents it, as she loves to visit with the older kids and help out with the younger ones. Lysandra is over there every chance she gets. Aedion visits often, and the kids love it when he tells stories from the Bane

-Lysandra has gotten out of her obsessive baby fever. She still wants a child, of course, but it's not always at the forefront of her mind

-But then another blow is dealt to her

-Manon announces that she and Dorian are expecting. She doesn't make a big deal of it, of course, but still

-Lys can't believe that the witch gets a baby and she doesn't

-She puts all her efforts into helping the kids of Carraverre

-With her hobby, she's able to finally look at her friends' children again without feeling like she's going to cry

-Which is good, because damn does Elide need a babysitter

-Lysandra is able to find it funny now that Elide is drowning in kids. Drowning in baby boys, more specifically

-Well, all this relaxing must have been good for her

-Because one day, after nearly three years of trying to have a baby, Lys's cycle is late

-She tries very hard not to get her hopes up. Her cycle's been a few days off before. It probably means nothing

-And she doesn't want to get Aedion's hopes up either, so she says nothing

-But a week passes. And then two. And still her cycle doesn't start

-After about two and a half weeks of nervously waiting for her cycle to come, to dash her hopes again, Lysandra suddenly starts getting very nauseous

-And when Aedion offers her some eggs at breakfast, she barely makes it to the bathroom before she hurls her guts up

-Aedion is super worried, because she hardly ever gets sick, right?

-And even though she's vomiting and feeling miserable, Lysandra can't help the flicker of hope in her chest

-When her husband comes into the bathroom after her, she smiles at him

-"Aedion, I think I'm pregnant"

-Of course Aedion flips out

-He had been secretly blaming himself for a while now, thinking it was his fault and his Fae blood that was making it so they couldn't get pregnant

-But... there might be a chance

-Both are super nervous now

-Lysandra stays in bed or at least sitting for most of the time. She's scared that something will go wrong and she'll miscarry

-She doesn't even shift, because she doesn't know what will happen if she does and doesn't want to risk it

-A month passes with no sign of her cycle, and the pair dares to hope

-Lys sends Yrene a letter detailing her suspicions. Yrene can't come and confirm it, but she promises that if Lys really is pregnant, she'll come to deliver the babe

-At two months is when Aedion detects a change in his wife's scent

-She normally smells divine, but he wakes up one morning and she smells exquisite, with her scent much richer than usual

-They go the same day to a healer and get it truly confirmed

-They're having a baby

-Both start to cry when they hear the news, and Lys can't stop smiling

-They tell Evangeline, and she cries too, because she's so excited to be a big sister

-They see Aelin a few weeks later, and Lys knows they immediately scent her

-So the first thing she says when she sees them is "I'm pregnant!"

-Rowan gives them both congrats, and Aelin drags Lys away to hear everything

-The males find them, hours later, curled up on the couch by the fire talking about baby names and holding little Sam and Lyria

-The two are acting like it's their child, but hey

-Lys is happy, so Aedion is happy

-Lysandra's pregnancy is not that bad, at least nausea wise

-She's only sick for the first two months, and then its gone

-Her real pregnancy issue is joint pain (mostly in her back and hips) and the weirdest fuckin cravings ever

-She wakes up one morning and asks Aedion for chocolate and cheese bread. Not separately, no no no, she wants cheese bread covered in chocolate

-Aedion goes 'honey wtf'

-Then she starts to cry, so Aedion's like 'ok looks like we're eating chocolate cheese bread for breakfast'

-Evangeline is stoked to be a big sister. She doesn't care that she'll be fifteen years older than her baby sibling, she's just so excited

-Let me just tell you, when this baby starts kicking, it doesn't stop. Ever

-At any given time in any given place, you could place a hand on Lysandra's belly and feel kicks. Kicks, punches, headbuts, who knows

-So Lys pretty much doesn't sleep during the last trimester of her pregnancy

-Also, she hates with a burning passion when people touch her belly without asking

-Only her friends and family can, and only for a bit

-It's because she spent so long without being able to say 'no' to people touching her, and it seems that any essence of consent goes away when you have a baby bump

-Aedion and Aelin are always ready to fuck people up if they show even a hint of heading to touch Lys's belly

-When she's seven months pregnant, she feels a sharp pain in her abdomen

-Aedion is out with the Bane, Evangeline is visiting the childrens' home

-The baby isn't due for two months

-It's too early

-Lysandra starts to cry, hugging her stomach and holding onto the bedframe, trying to breathe through the sudden pain

-There's another sharp pain, and she screams

-A maid finds her, and immediately calls for a healer, for anybody who can help

-The healer tries in desperation to stop the labor, but is unsuccessful

-It's moving too fast to stop, Lysandra is nearly fully dialated after barely half an hour

-She's so scared

-Aedion was supposed to be there for the birth

-So was Aelin, and Yrene was supposed to deliver it

-Her uncle was going to be there to see her baby afterwards

-But she's all alone

-And her baby is so small

-And it's heartbeat is dangerously slow

-Her waters break, and they're a sickly green color

-There's an infection in her womb

-They need to get the baby out now

-Lys gets bundled onto the bed that was rapidly stripped, and five minutes later she's pushing like her life depends on it

-Because her baby's life may depend on it

-She pushes for fifteen minutes

-And then a tiny little babe slips out into the world

-"A girl" the healer says

-She's nearly blue in the face, and the cord is wrapped around her neck

-The healer quickly fixes it, but the babe's cries are so weak

-Lysandra is sobbing, reaching her arms for her daughter even as she pushes out the afterbirth

-The healer tells her the statistics and the facts: The baby's chances of survival are slim

-But there is a chance, and they have hope

-Evangeline bursts through the bedroom doors, her red-gold hair a mess

-"Is the baby okay?" She asks

-Lysandra isn't sure how to answer her

-"You have a baby sister, Ev" Lys finally says quietly

-Ev wants to hold her, but Lys is cautious. She's scared for her baby, she doesn't want her to catch anything

-Evangeline understands, and goes to send a letter to summon Aedion home as soon as possible

-The tiny baby girl has a little tuft of golden blonde hair

-The first couple of days are some of the most stressful in Lysandra's life

-Because every noise her baby makes she overthinks and by the end she's called the healer about twenty times

-She's so tiny it's hard for her to breastfeed, and a very stressed Lys is terrified that her daughter will starve to death. Luckily, she's able to get it well enough

-Ev wants so badly to hold her baby sister, but Lysandra is so nervous and stressed that she won't let anyone else hold her

-Aedion arrives home as fast as physically possible, bursting through the door and running to his wife and newborn child

-He pretty much drops to his knees when he sees them, tucked in the bed together

-His first words to Lysandra are 'she's so small... oh my gods, i'm so sorry'

-Lysandra shushes him and assures him its not his fault he was away for her birth. She wasn't due for two months, damn it

-Finally, with her husband home, Lys feels comfortable enough to let her baby be held by someone other than her

-Aedion cuddles her, and she's so small she fits in the palms of his hands

-When she's held by her father, her little eyes open up

-They're Ashryver eyes

-The brightest blue, ringed with gold

-Evangeline is so happy to hold her baby sister. It's the purest thing ever

-They may not look like sisters, but Ev swears to Lys and Aedion that she'll always take care of her, no matter what

-The healer comes twice every day to look at the baby girl

-She's so small. So awfully small

-She eats very little, since breastfeeding is difficult for her

-But she's getting stronger

-Lys sends out letters to everyone, letting them know the news. And that nobody is to see the baby until she says so

-So for the next month, the baby girl gets stronger and stronger, and is only seen by her immediate family and the healer

-She still doesn't have a name

-They're honestly scared to name her, because if something goes horribly wrong, even though all signs are pointing to her being just fine, they don't want their heartbreak to be doubled

-But then Evangeline points out that it's awfully sad she isn't named

-That's it

-They won't let their daughter think she's not loved, even at only a month old

-Aedion picks out the first name, Lys the middle

-And Asceline Eleanor Ashryver is now a part of their family

-Aedion picked the first name because it goes well enough with Ashryver, as well as his name and Aelin's. After, all, she's an Ashryver

-Lysandra picked Eleanor for the middle name after Aedion's mother (That's my headcanon name for her)

-Asceline is a bit of a mouthful for a newborn, so they stick to calling her Lina and Ashy

-When she's two months old, she finally is able to breastfeed without a myriad of issues, and Lysandra nearly cries with joy

-The healer confirms it: Little Lina is healthy enough, and she will definitely live. And now she can have visitors

-Aelin comes over the next day

-She walks in and sees the baby, and she nearly cries at seeing her new little niece

-"Well," she sniffles, "That's an Ashryver if I've ever seen one"

-Asceline gets bigger and stronger, but due to her being a premie she develops a lot slower than a normal baby

-She doesn't even crawl til she's nearly nine months old

-Her first birthday comes and goes, and she hasn't even started standing

-She can say a few words, though her favorite is her own nickname, Lina

-That, along with Mama, Papa, and Sissy

-She finally starts walking when she's eighteen months old, and then she's completely unstoppable

-Terrible twos extends into Terrible Threes

-Asceline is a tantrum machine

-She'll fall to the floor kicking and screaming at any given moment

-Despite this, Aedion and Lysandra couldn't love their daughter more. She may be a handful, but she's their handful, so that makes her wonderful

-When she's four, her favorite thing is to walk around with her Aunty Aelin and her cousins (who by this point have been joined by little Aspen)

-However, sometimes it's only Aelin who can come, without her cousins. No worries, Lina loves walking with just her aunt and mother

-The only issue...

-People mistake her for Princess Lyria

-Despite the fact that Lyria is seven and Asceline is four

-But people see the hair, and the eyes, (though Lyr's are green) and automatically assume she's Aelin's daughter

-It never fails to make Lys want to throttle people

-After one such incident, that evening Lys cries into Aedion's arms because gods, why can't people ever tell that they're mother and daughter? Why can't for once, her daughter walk with Aelin and not get mistaken for her cousin

-Unbeknownst to both parents, Lina is in the doorway, hearing every word

-And though she doesn't understand all of what's being said, she knows that her mommy is sad, and so she does what she can to make her feel better

-And that means that her golden hair suddenly turns dark brown

-Lys notices her daughter in the doorway, her daughter with a new hair color

-Asceline is a little shifter

-It's very sweet, but soon enough the little girl is using her newfound power to play all sorts of tricks on people

-She likes to amuse the kids at the childrens' home by shifting into different animals

-She's quite powerful, and can make very large animals, even though she's hardly five years old

-Ashy gets bigger and bigger, though she's always fairly small for her age

-By the time she's ten, she has pretty much complete control over her shape-shifting powers

-She enjoys having her hair blonde like her father, but she often keeps it brown to make her mother happy. However, her favorite hair is when she turns it inky blue, the color of the night sky

-She's eleven when she comes across a stray dog in the streets on her way back from the childrens' home

-And the caring little girl doesn't hesitate one second to take it in

-It's a fairly small dog, and she names him Scruffy

-Knowing her parents will be upset if she takes in a stray, she tries to hide him in her room

-It's not a secret for long. Being a boy dog, Scruffy has a tendancy to pee everywhere. And I mean everywhere

-Lys feels bad for the dog, but she doesn't want a dog in the house

-Aedion, however, tells his daughter that she can keep the stray only if he stays in the stables at night and she housetrains him

-Asceline has never smiled so hard

-Over the next few years, she happens to take in a lot more strays

-She cleans them up and trains them, and then gives them to good homes

-Half of the stables now belongs to her dogs

-Asceline is fourteen when Lord Darrow dies. Evangeline, being his heir, packs her things and leaves for the land of Arran

-Lina is heartbroken. Her big sister, her best friend, moves away

-She cries for days and only leaves her room to take care of her dogs

-She's acting as if Evangeline died, and didn't just move to another part of the country

-Eventually she comes to her senses more and accepts it, though she hates being apart from her

-Without the steady guidance of her sister, Asceline makes more and more irrational descisions

-Evangeline is like 99% of her impulse control

-At fifteen, she sneaks out all the time to meet a boy

-When she's sixteen, she secretly follows her father to meet with his Bane

-And at seventeen, she gets in a lot of trouble after an incident involving a certain shape-shifter, a large amount of dogs, a lot of water, and a freezing cold army

-She's a prankster, and a creative one at that

-But she's no longer listening to the authority of her parents

-So...

-Find out what Aedion and Lysandra do to try and tame their wild daughter in my story, Worlds of Fire and Darkness, where Asceline is 17

#throne of glass #tog #tog gen 2 #sarah j maas #lysaedion #lysandra x aedion #lysandra ennar #aedion ashryver

[rampancys-archive]

You should write auuuuuuuuuuuuuu blupburns (Blupjeans + Magnus,, or just blupjeans if the 3rd makes u uncomfy) farm AU

When Lup opened her door to find Magnus standing on herporch, covered in sweat and grime, she simply looked him up and down and raisedher eyebrows.

“Why is it, Magnus, that every time you show up at mydoorstep you look like you’ve been rolling around in the dirt?”

“Oh, you know how it is.”

Magnus twisted his hat in his hands. He glanced around the insideof her house and then looked over his shoulder, back up the road.

“You expectin’ more company?”

“Maybe.”

“Company of the rowdy kind?”

He grinned. “Only if they know I’m here.”

She mirrored his grin and stood aside.

“Come on in.”

They wandered into the kitchen and Barry, when he saw who itwas, put down his spoon and sighed.

“What did you do this time?”

Magnus opened the pot of stew on the counter and took a deepsniff.

“I may have punchedthe sheriff in the face and he mayhave put out a warrant for my arrest. Can I have some of this?”

Barry took off his glasses and messaged the bridge of hisnose. “Magnus…”

“Help yourself,” Lup said.

“What on earth possessed you to punch the sheriff?”

Magnus ladled some stew into a bowl and sat down at the table,next to Barry. He took a few eager bites before answering, his mouth stillfull, flicking his spoon at Barry for emphasis.

“He was being a dick.”

“He is kind ofalways being a dick.”

“Someone should’ve punched him years ago,” said Lup. “I’msurprised he didn’t blow your head off, though.”

“I bolted as soon as I realized what I’d done. I wantjustice, but I also like my head where it is.”

“So now he’s looking for you.”

“Yup. I hid out in the hills for a while, but I saw some ofhis men comin’ my way, and this was the only place I thought I could run to.”

Barry shook his head again, but he caught Lup’s eye andsmiled. He stood up, rubbed Magnus’s shoulder affectionally, and kissed hisdust-covered hair.

“We’re glad you did. I’m gonna do dishes, you wanna takefirst watch, Lup?”

“Yup. It’s been a few years since I got to shoot someone. Thanksfor bringing ‘em right to me, Magnus.”

She gave him a quick peck on the corner of the mouth andheaded toward the front door, a new bounce in her step.

“I’d appreciate it if we could get out of this withoutshooting anyone, actually,” Barry called after her as he filled the sink withsoapy water.

“Don’t lie, babe, I know you think I look hot when I shootpeople.”

The front door closed behind her.

“I mean, she does,” said Magnus.

“Oh yeah, she totally does.”

“And I bet you do too.”

Barry blushed. “I’m a damn awful shot, actually, despiteLup’s best efforts.”

“Maybe you just need some real targets. That’ll get youfocused if nothin’ else does.”

“As much as I am sort of admittedly turned on by idea ofwatching you and Lup play cowboys, I’d really rather not have the full force ofthe law on my ass.”

Magnus put his empty bowl on the counter beside him andrested his hands on Barry’s hips.

“Yeah, I bet you’d rather have something else on your—”

“I appreciate the effort, Magnus, but you smell like actual horseshit.”

“And is it kind of sexy?”

“No, it’s not.”

Magnus took a whiff of his shirt and grimaced. “I did hide ina barn today. Mind if I use your tub?”

“Please do.”

When he came back from his bath, wearing some of Barry’sclothes—they were a bit big but fit well enough with a belt—he found the two ofthem looking out the window, whispering urgently about something.

“What is it?”

“We’re trying to decide if we’ve spotted your boys or not,”Lup said. “The sun’s going down and it’s hard to see.”

She handed Magnus her spyglass so he could look for himself. Hethought he could make out several figures, but she was right—in the shadowsbetween the hills it was hard to tell. He gave it back to her with a shrug.

“We’ll just have to keep watching.”

His hosts both went outside. Lup kept watch out front again,and Barry went out back, in case they decided to circle around. Magnus took hisplace at the kitchen table and impatiently drummed his fingers on the scuffedwood as daylight faded.

It wasn’t long before Lup came back in with Barry in tow.

“There’s five men heading down the road toward us. Go andhide in the bedroom until Barry and I give you the all clear.”

Magnus stood up. His hands clenched and unclenched at hissides.

“It isn’t cowardly to hide when you’re outnumbered, y’know,”Barry said.

“I guess you’re right.”

He did as he was told but left the door open a crack, justwide enough to see what was going on.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

Lup got up. Barry remained sitting in half-darkness, a gunhidden under the blanket on his lap, ready to come to her aid if needed. She openedthe door but kept it on its chain, making no effort to hide her wariness.Bandits roamed these parts. People were expected to be suspicious.

“Who is it?”

“The law.”

“What does the law want at this time of night?”

The man on the other side of the door was silent for aminute. Magnus strained to see who it was through that sliver of darkness.

“Is your husband home?”

Lup’s hand tightened on the doorknob. Barry frowned and madea move to get up, but she shook her head slightly, stopping him. Withoutbreaking eye contact with the man, she took the door off its chain, threw itopen, and pointed at Barry, all in one flourish.

“Yeah, he’s right here and he’s listenin’, if you needed toknow. Now, as I was saying, what do you want?”

The man, who Magnus now recognized as the deputy, loomed inthe doorway, a lamp in hand. He shot Barry a questioning look, but Barry onlycrossed his arms, his frown deepening. Lup leaned against the doorframe andlooked the assembled lawmen over. Her gun holster hung from the coatrack behindthe door, out of sight but within reach. The deputy’s gaze returned to Lup andhe appeared to give in.

“Have you seen a stranger passing through these parts today?He’s about my height, but big and burly, with brown hair and a scar over oneeye.”

“Hmm. Nope, don’t think I’ve seen anyone like that aroundhere,” she said. “We’re kind of out of the way. Don’t get too many peoplepassin’ by.”

The deputy looked at Barry for confirmation. He shrugged.

“She’s right. I haven’t seen him.”

“Did he do something bad?” Lup said.

The man nodded solemnly. “He did. He assaulted the sheriff.”

“Oh lordie Jesus,”Lup gasped.

Magnus bit his lip. Barry covered his mouth and burst into acoughing fit.

“Excuse him,” she said, without a single shift in expression.“He’s got a touch of bronchitis. We’re both very sorry about what happed to thesheriff and we’ll be sure to let you know if we see anyone suspicious. Isn’tthat right, sweetheart?”

“Of course,” Barry said, and cleared his throat. “If itweren’t for this damn bronchitis I’d help you catch the bastard myself.”

“I appreciate that,” the deputy said. He nodded at Lup andBarry in turn, then ushered his men off the porch and back into the night.

Magnus left his hiding place and joined them in the frontsitting room.

“Thank god that’s over.” Lup said, grinning up at him. “SeeMags? Told ya we could handle it.”

“You’re right. Sorry y’all had to do that.”

“It’s no problem, right Barry?”

“’Course. I just wish that asshole hadn’t talked down to youlike that.”

“Whatever. I’ll egg his house the next time we’re in town.”

Magnus went to the window and lifted the curtain just enoughto peer into the dark. The deputy’s lantern bobbed up and down for a while,going over the hills. Soon, it vanished.

“Looks like they’re gone.”

“Some of them could’ve split off from the group and doubledback, though,” Barry said. He had gotten up and was looking out a differentwindow, facing the left side of their house.

“Well I’m not goingto let them intimidate me into staying inside,” Lup said. “We’ve still got workto do.”

“It’d probably be more suspicious if we stayed hunkered downlike we’ve got somethin’ to hide, anyway.”

“I doubt those bozos are thinking about it that hard, butyeah, good thinking babe. I believe it’s your turn to muck the chicken coops,yeah?”

He grinned. “I figured you wouldn’t forget that. You gonnafeed the horses?”

“Yup. Wanna come with me, Magnus?”

“Are you sure it’s okay for him to go outside?”

“He’ll be fine. It’s too dark for them to see shit unless theyget up close.”

Lup strapped on her holster before they left the house, andas they crossed the yard, boots crunching the dry grass too loudly for Magnus’s comfort, she kept a hand on her gun.

“You really are lookin’ for an excuse to shoot them, aren’tyou?”

“You’re damn right I am.” Her teeth flashed at him in thedarkness. “No one sends their goons after myfuckbuddy and gets away with it.”

“I prefer the term lover.”

“Ok, lover, are youready to help me lift some feed bags?”

She opened the barn doors. A horse snuffled and stamped itsfeet inside.

“I’d lift the world for you, m’darlin’.”

“I can’t see. Are you tipping your hat at me?”

“I am.”

“Eugh.”

She lit a lamp and stalls emerged from the darkness, eachwith a pair of soft brown eyes peering out of it.

Magnus put a hand on the nearest muzzle and it blew damp,warm air into his palm.

“This one got a name?”

“Garyl. He used to be my brother’s, but he hurt his leg and hehad to retire him. Caravan life can be hard on a horse after a while.”

She handed Magnus an apple from a bag hanging on the door.

“See if he’ll eat from your hand.”

Garyl looked Magnus over, his big eyes unreadable. He wasn’tnervous; it was as if he was trying to decide if Magnus was worth his time. WhateverGaryl was looking for, he must have found it, because after a minute of coolinspection he tossed his hair and chowed down.

“He likes me!”

Lup chuckled at the triumphant look on his face. She handedhim a bag of feed and began taking care of the animals on one side of theaisle, motioning him to look after the ones on the other side.

“Let’s see if you can charm the rest, Mr. AnimalProficiency.”

*

Magnus woke up the next morning with Barry’s arm slung overhis chest and Lup’s leg crossed over his waist. For a while he just laid there,listening to the land come alive, watching dust float through a sunbeam shiningon the ceiling. Barry mumbled something in his sleep and nuzzled against his collarbone.Lup was facedown on her pillow, snoring magnificently. Magnus smiled to himselfand sat up, carefully untangling himself from their limbs.

He went to the kitchen and put a pot of coffee on, enough forthree, and while it was brewing he attacked his beard with Barry’s razor. It wasa while since he had last shaved and it was starting to get gnarly, but lastnight Barry had said he liked it, so…Magnus trimmed the beard up, but keptit. He used a pair of clippers to cut off the dead ends of hair on his head,too.

He stood back from the mirror and nodded.

“You look dead sexy, Magnus.”

“Hell yeah you do,”said Lup behind him.

Magnus jumped and whirled around to see her standing there inBarry’s oversized shirt and nothing else, cackling.

“Get outta the way, dork. I’ve got some nasty morning breath Ineed to take care of.”

He found Barry in the kitchen, sipping coffee and whippingsomething together in a bowl.

“What’s cookin’, handsome?”

“Pancakes. Want blueberries in yours?”

“You don’t even have to ask.”

When the pancakes were done Lup joined them at the table. Sheslung her arm over the back of her chair and ate her breakfast with slow, lazybites, watching her boys eat with satisfaction.

“So, Magnus,” she said, pouring out some syrup on top of asecond helping. “Are you gonna stick around for a while?”

“I dunno. I don’t want y’all to get in trouble for hiding me.Someone’s bound to find out eventually.”

Lup and Barry exchanged a look.

“To be honest, Magnus, we’re not asking for you,” Barry said.“We’re asking for us. We really like having you around.”

Magnus doodled a pattern in the syrup on his plate, thinkingit over.

“Okay, but only for a little while, until this blows over andI can make it to a town where I’m not in trouble.”

“I figured that you’re in trouble everywhere around here,”Lup said.

“I mean, the town where I’m in the least amount of trouble. Or,a town where they’ve forgotten that they’re supposed to be mad at me.”

Barry snorted. “One of these days you’re gonna run out oftowns with short memories.”

Magnus leaned on the table, chin in hands, grinning at thetwo of them.

“It’s a good thing that I’ve got you guys then, huh?”

#blupburns #the adventure zone #taz #andy writes #this is more of a western au than a farm au but i hope you like it! #thanks for the prompt! #anonymous #asks

[coffee-obsessed-writer]

Wonderful Tonight

Dean Winchester x Reader

Song: Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton

A/N: Part 6 in the “Hunting for Home” Series. Now that Dean has his girl back home, they have started to unlock the mystery of their new friend and her foreboding prophecy, Dean's methods begin to get under her skin.

Warnings: Language, Smut, Canon Divergence

Words: 6408

Each chapter includes a song and dialogue prompt when requested.

Everything Tags: @his-paradox @aquivercactus @sorenmarie87 @lefthologramdeer @rockyhorrorpictureshowstyle @grace-for-sale @redm81 @becs-bunker

SPN Tags: @soythedemonqueen @kazosa @lucifer-in-leather @perseusandmedusa @tiquismiquis @docharleythegeekqueen

Part 1: The Halloween Party  (For @kazosa’s half-evil-writing-challenge)

Part 2: Over the Hills and Far Away

Part 3: Hooked on a Feeling

Part 4: Ain’t No Sunshine

Part 5: I’m Gonna Crawl

“Um, you wanna say that again little brother?” Dean said, slipping into his DeNiro face as he pulled a swig from his bottle and fixed his gaze on Sam. “What’s that now?”

“Well, according to our new friend Iris, you know, the Prophet, she claims that you two will be the parents of a very special child.”

Nearly choking on the food you’d just eaten, you quickly grabbed at your napkin and brought it to your mouth.

“Parents?” you snorted, swallowing the last bite of food. “Me? Him?”

For a moment, you could only look between their three faces in shocked silence as they all stared back at you. When you busted out in laughter, it was their turn to be shocked until you were able to get yourself under control again and wiped the tears that formed at the corners of your eyes from cackling so hard.

“Parents… now that’s friggin’ hilarious!” you tried to catch your breath, but when you noticed Dean still gawking at you, it was a little easier to regain control.

 “What? I could be a parent,” he snaked, highly offended by your reaction.

“Oh darlin’, of that I have no doubt… but c’mon be realistic… us? As parents? That’s a bit far-fetched don’t ya think? I can see it now… ‘oh hey, babe, can you grab some diapers on your way back from killing that Werewolf?” you were teasing, but also trying to make a point.

He considered it for a moment, a slight nod of his head to cement his agreement.

“I saw it though,” Iris spoke up timidly, looking between you and Dean. “I did, I saw it. I clearly saw you,” she motioned to you with her chin, “holding a child in your arms. The infant had bright green eyes and looked just like him.” This time, a nod to Dean.

“She claims it was a—”

“Sam, I swear, if you say the word Prophecy, so help me…” Dean warned, and Sam bit his lip to stifle a grin.

“But it was…” Iris said and was a little taken back by the expression Dean passed her.

“Regardless of what it was,” you interjected, giving Dean a silent warning in the process, “she clearly saw, something about us. However, I don’t think this is really the time or place to get into specifics.”

“She’s right,” Sam spoke up and turned to Iris. “But, you remember it all clearly… the words, the visions. Could you write it all down?”

“Of course. Those words, they’re burned into my memory.”

“Great. Would you be willing to help us figure this out before going back to Chicago?”

“Sure, Sam. Anything I can do to help. I owe you one for getting me away from Crowley.”

“Ok, great. Let’s finish this and get the hell out of here then. It’s a long drive home and we have a lot of stuff to try and figure out.”

Leaving the rest of the details for the very long car ride back to the bunker, you all finished your meals and paid the tab.

Walking down the streets of New Orleans, Sam led the way towards the Impala, chatting with Iris while you and Dean hung back a few steps.

“You really sure you’re alright?” he asked.

“Yes, Dean. I promise you, I’m fine. Especially now that I’ve eaten.”

“Good, but I mean what Iris said. About the whole kid thing. I mean, you’re right. It’s ridiculous. No way we could have…” He motioned vaguely at your stomach and you couldn’t help roll your eyes at him.

“Look, no offense, but do you really think I am going to leave protection in the hands of the man? I’m on the pill, Dean. No babies are getting made in this factory unless I specifically put in an order for one, alright?”

Sighing with relief, he nodded and draped his arm around your shoulders. “That’s good to know.”

Turning the corner, Dean’s Impala sat waiting for your return, and you’d never been so happy to see her as you were in that moment, but it made you remember your own special set of wheels.

“Hey, where’s my car?” you asked, suddenly nervous at the thought if it still being at Harley’s old place.

“Don’t worry. She’s safe and sound and back home in the garage. We found it at Harley’s and Sam brought her back.”

“Sam—” you started, but he immediately held up his hands in defense.

“I swear, not a scratch. I didn’t screw with the radio and the tank is topped off,” he said, flashing his patented sweet-Sam grin, and you knew he meant it. “Seriously though, the two of you are like the same person.”

“My woman just has the same respect and appreciation for a fine piece of machinery like I do. Her ride—”

“Her name is Blanche,” you said with a raised brow and serious scowl.

Dean laughed but quickly reigned it in when he saw you were being serious. “You named your car after a Golden Girl?”

“At least it’s a real name. You just objectify this beautiful girl here by calling her Baby. You should be ashamed.”

“Well,” Dean continued ignoring your last comment. “Blanche there is pretty, but not nearly as fine as you Baby,” Dean wistfully looked at the Impala and ran one lone finger along her hood as he went towards the driver’s side.

“Oh, please,” you mumbled, feeling the slightest bit jealous of a car.

“Uh, guys… it’s just a—” Iris started to speak, but quickly stopped when she saw Sam’s look of warning.

“I wouldn’t go there,” he said only loud enough for her to hear. He sighed and looked over at you while opening the rear passenger’s side for Iris, then looked to you. “Shotgun?”

“You’re cute,” you replied with a huff and got in the front passenger seat.

Shaking his head in frustration and mumbling under his breath, Sam went around to the other side and took the seat beside Iris.

Slipping into the front seat next to Dean, he paused before starting the ignition and looked at you.

“Blanche, really?” he asked, his nose wrinkled in confusion. “Really?”

“What? She’s old, sexy as hell and still gets her motor revved hard,” your expression challenged him to disagree. After a moment, he nodded in reluctant agreement before starting the Impala and pointing her in the direction of home.

   Arriving back at the bunker later the following evening, you descended the stairs and realized that Iris was still standing up at the top looking down into the cavernous space.

“Holy cow,” she gasped in amazement. “I’ve never seen anything like this!”

“Cool, right?” you asked as you tossed one of the bags on the table in the War Room. “Why don’t you come on down and I’ll give you the fifty-cent tour and show you where you can stay.”

“She can stay in your old room,” Dean said, coming up from behind you.

“Old room? Am I getting evicted?”

“No, I just figured you could stay with me,” he mumbled quietly, a boyish grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. An expression of his that you found incredibly hard to resist.

You nodded and turned back to Iris. “Come on, I’ll show you where you can get cleaned up.”

Once she was settled into your room, you moved your essentials into Dean’s room and immediately took a shower. Scrubbing off the last few days of dirt and grime felt euphoric as the hot water cascaded down your back. You thought back to the night at the bar, and Dean telling you that he loved you. Letting that sink in, a myriad of feelings washed over you, including happiness and fear over the new found love you had for Dean, right along with that, was the fear of Iris’ prophetic words. Pushing them aside for now, all you really wanted to concentrate on, was Dean.

Turning off the water and toweling off, you slipped the fresh tank top and boy shorts on and wrapped the plush bathrobe around your shoulders. Once your feet were firmly tucked into your Ninja Turtle slippers, you walked down the hallway back to Dean’s room and found him lying on the bed with music playing quietly; his eyes were closed, and his arms tucked beneath his head. Again, struck by how things had changed since you first met him at that Halloween party months before, you stood there and just watched him for a moment.

Sensing he wasn’t alone, Dean opened his eyes and saw you standing in the doorway. Propping himself up on his elbows, he smiled sweetly; his eyes never leaving you as you closed the door and sat next to him on the bed, the only thought in your mind was wanting to kiss him.

“Something still bothers me about Iris,” he said before you could even attempt to try.

“What’s that?”

“If she’s a prophet, why no Archangel? Where’s her protector, hmm?”

“That’s a really good question,” you replied quietly, shifting on the bed to get closer to him.

“Seriously though, if Crowley could grab her like that without any angel intervention… who’s to say she’s really a prophet, right? I mean, this is Crowley we’re talking about, maybe—”

“Dean!”

He stopped suddenly, giving you a curious look.

“Will you please, please stop talking about Iris and Crowley. I don’t want to talk about it anymore tonight.”

Your tone had enough mix of sweetness and authority to make him pay attention, his expression giving way to that impish grin you loved so much. Before he could protest, you straddled his lap and pinned him back to the bed.

“Now, Mr. Winchester. Please kiss me and show me that you actually missed me while I was shacked up with the King of Hell,” you wiggled your eyebrows playfully, but his face still turned sour.

“Yeah… no. I can’t, not with that visual,” Dean groaned and sat up on the bed, causing you to sit back on his legs, your face scrunching in disappointment.

“Are you serious right now?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. I am, actually.”

Dean lightly rubbed his hands on the upper parts of your arms while he tried to find the words he’d been mustering up the courage to say.

“I want you. Trust me,” he exhaled a nervous laugh, allowing his eyes a quick trip up and down your body before returning to meet your gaze. “But, uh, maybe we shouldn’t. You know… with all that Iris said—”

“Dean Winchester, are you fucking kidding me? First of all, we don’t even know if she is a prophet for sure. Secondly, I told you, I protect myself against unwanted body snatchers. No one is growing in this womb without me getting a security deposit. Follow me?”

“You mentioned that.”

“Ok, so what’s the problem?”

A sickening thought lingered, that maybe he had changed his mind… Maybe he had changed his mind somewhere between New Orleans and the bunker. Was it all too much? Living the life of a hunter is hard enough, throw in relationships and the idea of parenthood, and it could be overwhelming.

“The problem is until I know what she is, and that you are not in any danger, I’d honestly rather just be cautious.”

“Dean Winchester wants to be cautious? Well, damn. That tells me that either you really aren’t him or you really are that worried.”

His hand touched your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek lightly, guiding your gaze back to meet his. “I’m that worried.”

“Ok. I get it. This can wait.”

You slid off Dean’s lap, your bottom lip pouted out far enough to be sure he would notice.

“You can be a real brat, you know that?”

“I do. You can’t mind too much. I mean you did say that you lov—”

“Yeah, I remember,” he paused, a twitch of a smile on his lips. “I remember what I said.”

“Did you mean that?” you asked as you laid back on the pillow. It was thick with his scent, which reignited the simmering heat between your thighs.

“I did. I don’t know when it happened exactly, but I realized it when we figured out you were missing. I got this feeling… sort of how my stomach feels after Sam force feeds me vegetables; but worse.”

Shifting on the bed, Dean hovered over you slightly and brushed a hair from your cheek. “We’ve all lost a lot of people. Family, friends… They’re all really hard loses. But to lose you; it might be the thing that does me in.”

Putting your need for him aside, you nodded slightly and watched as his face softened with gratitude.

“You won’t lose me, ok? I’m far too stubborn and good at my job. But, because I love you, we’ll do it your way.”

“I hope so.”

“What? That I am too stubborn or too good at my job?”

“That you love me.”

You sat up on the bed, so you were eye level with Dean. “I do, I love you, Dean. All joking aside, I will go along with however you want to handle this. I trust you with my life.”

For the next two weeks, you, Dean, Sam and Iris hashed out her origin with her gift, how she ended up with Crowley and everything in between. They salted her, touched her with silver, dowsed her with holy water, and nothing. She never flinched, never reacted to any of the usual tests. Castiel wasn’t answering Dean’s calls. He hadn’t since he disappeared on Dean and Sam in New Orleans.

You could see Dean’s apprehension growing with each day that passed. Not getting answers was getting frustrating, and with that, he was getting unbearable. He not only outright refused to take on anything else until he got answers, but he also refused to touch you and it was beginning to grow old. You and Sam both saw how on edge he was becoming, constantly pacing, flipping angrily through lore books and calling on Cas aggressively.

Iris was getting exhausted as well. She was missing home, and though she’d reached out to her family, she was beginning to worry they were going to come looking for her if she didn’t go back soon.

Towards the end of the second week of reading lore and supernatural examinations, you were sitting at the table in the library, across from Dean and Sam. A rush of cool air rushed past your face and there was the feeling of a presence over your shoulder.

“Holy crap, Cas!” Dean exclaimed and jumped up from his seat. “Where the Hell have you been?!”

“Hell, actually.”

Cas looked worn as he fell into the chair beside you. “I was looking for this.” From the interior of his coat, he pulled out a fragment of the demon tablet.

“Cas, you freakin’ genius. If she can read this, then she’s a prophet, right?” Dean took the fragment and held it carefully, turning it in his hand as if making sure it was really what Cas said it was.

“Prophet? Well, with Kevin’s replacement now missing, I supposed the next prophet is—”

“Me. I am her,” Iris spoke up from the entryway between the library and hallway. “Crowley told me I am the prophet.”

Castiel turned, and upon seeing Iris slowly rose from his seat and made his way to her.

“You’re Iris?”

“Yes,” she looked past him nervously to you, and you nodded to let her know it was ok.

“He’s on our team, Iris. This is Castiel. He’s an angel.”

Castiel looked at her curiously. The longer he stared, the more she began to fidget.

“Um, guys, he’s starting to creep me out, angel or not,” Iris backed up a few steps until she bumped into the table.

“Iris Petrakis,” Cas said plainly; not a question but a statement.

“Y—yes.”

Castiel turned to Dean and gave him a solemn nod. “She’s a prophet. She’s much further down the list, but she is, indeed, a prophet.”

“Then where was her archangel when Crowley snatched her, hmm? Where were the ominous thunder and blinding light?” Dean asked, his brows raised, arms thrown wide.

“I’m not sure. Heaven isn’t exactly in perfect working order, Dean. I will look into it and try to figure out what happened. I’ll be back as soon as I know something.”

In a flash, Castiel was in the wind again. Iris pulled out a seat and slowly sat down, her eyes unable to move from the place Castiel had taken off from.

“That was an angel? Not even cose to what I imagined,” she sounded a million miles away, but gradually brought her gaze towards you. “Nothing like what I imagined at all.”

“Yeah, you don’t know the half of it lady,” Dean grumbled before handing the tablet fragment to Sam. “So, what now? We just wait for Cas to maybe bring us back some answers?”

“Dean, I think you just need to relax. I mean, yes, what Iris said, its profound. But without any more information, you’re just going to drive yourself crazy.”

Sam grabbed the fragment off the table and walked around to Iris. Sitting down in front of her, he cautiously handed it out to her and she took it reluctantly.

“Sam, you really think she’s going to get answers from that thing?” Dean asked and looked at you. “You’ve been awfully quiet. Wanna chime in here?”

“Honestly, I got nothing. In fact,” you stood up and pushed the chair back under the table. “I need a break.”

“A break? Seriously? You realize the situation we have here, right? Do you remember what she said?”

“Yes, I do. Of course, I do,” you could feel your frustration with Dean reaching a boiling point, and you didn’t want to fight, but he was overreacting in a way you’d never seen, “But, babe, you’ve gone over the edge. They’re just words. You’ve passed up several potential cases to try and stay here to figure this out. Iris wants to go home. I need to get out. Poor Sam probably would like to sleep!”

Dean was taken aback by the growing volume of your voice. “Sweetheart…”

“Dean, don’t,” you warned him, “I said I would do this your way, and I have. But, this is getting absurd. Look at her, she’s beat. Your poor brother has been going nonstop looking through lore and books and notes from other prophets… there’s nothing. Nothing, anywhere, in any book. It’s time to let it go!”

“Y/N—”

“No, I’m done. You wanna stay here and obsessively search for answers before you ever touch me again. Go for it. I’ll be at the bar.”

    The haziness of the atmosphere smacked you in the face as you strolled in. The need for a stiff drink pushed you towards the bar and through the sea of drunk patrons; but not without a few random butt grabs along the way.

If they only knew how much heat I was packing… you thought as the last creep gave you a hard, pinching goose on your ass.

Rolling your eyes and ignoring the advance, you finally made it to the bar and ordered two shots of whiskey and a beer. Eyeing you sharply, the bartender filled the order and you slammed back both whiskeys within seconds of receiving them. Throwing down some cash on the bar, you grabbed your beer and made your way back through the people towards the single open pool table in the back of the room.

Setting your beer down on the small table, you grabbed the rack for the billiard balls and began arranging them properly for a game of 9-Ball. Without looking around you sauntered back towards the end of the table and leaned down to line up the break.

As you bent over the rails, a deep voice spoke up from behind you.

“Need some help with that sugar?”

A tall man with shaggy blonde hair and a goatee stood leering at you while sipping on his beer. Rolling your eyes, you turned back to the table and took your shot; the balls bouncing across the velvet greens.

The man oohed as your break shot the 9-ball right into the far corner pocket.

“Nice shot little lady. You got pretty lucky on that one,” he said as he moved closer to your side, both hands leaning on the wood of the table.

Giving him side eye, you sighed and moved to re-rack the balls. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be? Picking up one of the hookers at the bar, perhaps?”

“Nah, I saw you come in before. Tried to get your attention at the bar but you breezed right past me before I could.”

“Are you the one that grabbed my ass?”

“He did what now?” Dean spoke up from beyond the table. His arms fell to his sides; hands clenching in and out of fists. “What did this guy do to you?”

“Nothing,” you said with a shrug. “Nothing I can’t handle myself.”

Leaning against the pole, Dean crossed his arms over his chest and gave the guy a warning smile.

Mr. Goatee snorted a laugh and turned to face Dean. Looking down at him, he shook his head as if he was annoyed by a fly. “Look, pal, this really doesn’t concern you—”

In one swift movement that happened in a blur, Dean had the guy face down on the pool table with one arm twisted behind his back. He was pushing his weight into him, causing Mr. Goatee to wince and whine.

“What the hell, man!”

“I want to know what it was you did to my girl here. Because if it was anything other than politely moving out of her way and saying ‘s’cuse me ma’am’ then you and me are gonna have a problem.”

“I—I—”

“Dean!” you shouted, shaking your head and motioning for him to let go.

He relented, and the guy stumbled back from the table, rubbing at his arm. “You’re crazy!”

“You have no idea, my man…”

Shaking his head, and throwing you a cursory glance, the goateed interloper quickly vacated leaving his beer behind. Dean moved it out of the way with a furrowed brow and sat at the little bar table.

“What are you doing here, Dean?”

Bending down you grabbed the rack again and fixed the nine balls into the diamond formation, setting in on felt with care.

“You’re really good at that,” he said, watching you with a dreamy look on his face as if he hadn’t heard your question.

“I know… what are you doing here? Get tired of poking and prodding Iris?”

“I deserve that,” Dean said, dramatically hanging his head and holding his hands up in front of him.

“So, answer.”

“I’m here because you are right. You were one hundred percent right… everything you said back at the bunker.”

Slowing walking around the table, over-pronouncing the swing in your hips, while chalking your cue, you watched him thoughtfully; trying to search for sarcasm hidden behind his words.

“Do you really mean that?”

“I do. After you left, Sam set me straight. Iris too. Prophet or not, she’s a smart kid.”

One of the waitresses came sauntering through, giving Dean and a sly smile and a once over before stopping to ask for his drink order.

“A few shots of whiskey and throw a couple bottles of beer on there too. Thanks, sweetheart.”

When he didn’t give her any more than a cursory glance with the order, she turned to leave with a roll of her eyes. As she walked away, the current song on the jukebox faded out, and the familiar beginning to “Wonderful Tonight” began to play.

Dean got up from the table and sifted through the available cues in the holder. Humming along with the music, he went about choosing one, then stood at the top of the table and positioned himself to break.

  “It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair And then she asks me, Do I look all right? And I say, "Yes, you look wonderful tonight”

  “Hey now, Winchester. This is my table. You wanna play here, you’re gonna follow my rules.”

Amused, he stood up straight and leaned on the cue. “What kind of rules we talkin’?”

Laying the rack under the table, you turned towards him and waited until you were close enough that he could hear you over the jukebox playing in the corner.

“First rule, I break; always. The second rule, if I can get the nine in within the first three shots, you owe me a back rub and breakfast in bed.”

Dean snickered and stifled it when he saw your expression. “Fair enough. What else?”

“That’s it. Now move aside please so I can get this done.”

Sweeping his arm across the front of the table, he stepped back for you. Bending over, you made sure to push your ass further up into the air than necessary. You knew he’d be watching and you wanted him to remember what he was missing.

A swift shove of your stick shot the white cue ball at the nine solid balls at the other end of the table. The eight, five and one instantly sunk into various pockets, and you were left with a fairly easy shot on the nine but tried to deduce how to do it involving the two ball.

Finally finding your angle, you walked passed Dean and bent over the side. Purposely exaggerating your hips again for his benefit. Bending down over the table again, this time he was in the perfect line of sight to see the swell of your breasts wanting to spill from beneath your shirt. 

“Nine in the corner pocket,” you called and took your shot. The two-ball barreled down the line of the bumper and knocked the nine, dumping it into the pocket without hesitation.

“I like my eggs scrambled, please. Also, I plan on sleeping in tomorrow, so you don’t have to have it ready till at least eleven.”

“Fair enough, but I want a rematch,” Dean said, shaking his head. “I feel hustled.”

“Alright, two out of three then, yeah?”

Dean nodded and just as he was about to rerack the set, the waitress came back with the drinks.

You both picked up one of the shots and lightly touched the rims before tossing them back.

  “I feel wonderful because I see The love light in your eyes And the wonder of it all Is that you just don't realize how much I love you”

  Dean’s face reacted to the initial burn of the whiskey, and you couldn’t help but smile as he shook it off. “I got a new rule though. If I win… you have to forgive me for being an ass.”

“I forgive you for that every day, Dean.”

His knowing expression made you laugh, and you instantly softened towards him.

“Maybe… but this time you are a hundred percent right. I went a little crazy.”

“A little?”

“More than a little,” he relented and picked his cue back up. “But... if I win this, you have to let me make it up to you.”

“Deal.”

“Go ahead, break,” he leaned back against the table, pool cue in one hand, beer now in the other.

You could feel his eyes burning a hole through your back and slide down to your ass. His presence was suddenly overwhelming, and this time when you pulled back to hit the cue, you missed and scratched on it.

Dean’s laugh was both intoxicating and irritating at the same time. Biting your lip, you turned to him and shook your head in disgust.

“That’s not fair… you can’t count that,” you said and took a step back towards the table as he approached you.

“I do, actually. It was a scratch, so I win.”

Leaning the cue against the rails, he pushed you back against the billiard table and placed a hand on either side.

  “It's time to go home now and I've got an aching head So I give her the car keys and she helps me to bed And then I tell her, as I turn out the light I say, "My darling, you were wonderful tonight Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight”

  “Let’s get out of here, hm? I can think of a few better ways to prove to you how sorry I am.”

His eyes threw off the devilish sparks that drove you crazy, and you knew that you couldn’t say no; even if you felt you should. He’d been so cold and distant lately, and it was all because of a bunch of words from a stranger. His fear of, whatever, was enough for him to not kiss you or touch you for days. You wanted to be angry but knowing Dean and his reasons for acting that way, you crumbled easily.

“Let’s go.”

  Within in minutes you were in the parking lot. His fingers rested on the small of your back and guiding you towards the Impala. You stopped, grabbed his hand and instead pulled him towards Blanche who was discreetly parked in the back corner of the lot.

The moment you were within arms reach of the car, Dean grabbed you by your ass and lifted you up against her. His mouth found yours; hungrily clamping down on your lips and separating them with his tongue.

Grabbing the back of his head, you pushed him harder against you; desperate to feel his skin on yours. He slid you over enough to get the rear passenger door open and then pushed you down onto the bench seat.

Slamming the door behind him, he hovered over you as you tore the blue Henley over his head and into the front seat. Burying your head into his chest, you nipped kisses on his flesh, relishing in the euphoric warmth of him.

“Y/N,” he sighed, his eyes hovering closed at your touch. When he opened them, they were no longer the impish green you were used too, but nearly black and blown back with lust. “I want you, now.”

He didn’t speak again. Dean pawed at the clasp of your jeans, taking your boots off with them and tossing them aside. You worked on unbuttoning your shirt, allowing your breasts to spill out of the bra that could barely contain them at this angle.

Dean buried his face between your tits, licking and sucking at them as his erection swelled hard in his jeans against your thigh. You were desperate to feel him. You did your best to unbutton his jeans, finally getting the zipper and pulling them down enough to release his throbbing dick, already slick with precum against your own flesh.

His mouth moved up to your neck, as his hand moved down between your legs. Dean moaned into your mouth as his hand found how ready for him you already were. His teeth bared down on your neck, as his fingers teased your clit.

“Wait,” he growled and sat up, making you whine in disappointment. “I got some apologizing to do.”

Dean slid you up, so your back was leaning against the door. He freed himself completely from his jeans and took a moment to take you in.

“God damn, I really was an idiot,” he whispered as he bit his bottom lip. “A real, first-grade idiot.”

“So, say you're sorry Winchester…” you purred, reaching out and running a hand through his hair. “Prove how sorry you are.”

Dean bent down and kissed your stomach below your navel and didn’t stop until he reached the swell of your sex. A grappling moan escaped your lips as his tongue plunged deeply into your folds; no teasing, no hesitation.

Gripping his hair tightly in your hand, your hips bucked instantly as he wrapped his arms around you to try and hold you still. Dean swirled his tongue around inside you, not leaving one inch untouched. His teeth grazed against your clit one too many times, triggering your walls to flutter quickly and your climax to spill your thighs.

“Fuck!!” you screamed and pushed his face deeper into your folds, something he accepted happily.

Once he had finished taking in as much of you as he could, he sat up, grinning like a fool. “Forgive me?”

“Not quite yet,” you sat up, pushing him off you and making him sit on the bench.

Dean pulled you down on his lap, his erection perfectly aligned and ready to take you on. You leaned your forehead against his and hovered over him, teasing the tip of his dick with the warmth of your pussy; a guttural noise rose from his chest with each slight movement you made against him.

“Say you’re sorry and that you won’t go for days without touching me again…”

“Baby, I am so sorry… trust me. A day won’t go by from now on where I don’t.”

You slowly lowered yourself on top of him. Dean’s eyes rolled back with his head as he filled you completely. Another low growl barreled from his mouth, as his hands gripped your hips tightly; so tight you knew there would be marks tomorrow.

He rocked you gently at first, relishing in how he felt while inside you. Dean lowered his head and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sending an electric shock racing down your spine and causing you to move faster against him.

Whether it was the days with no physical contact or the few shots of whiskey, neither you or Dean was going to last long in this state.

“Unf… fuck… Y/N…” Dean moaned, his hands nearly painful on your sides.

You placed your lips beside his ear, allowing the tip of your tongue to tease his lobe, as you spoke to him in a low, breathy whisper. “Cum for me baby… show me how much you missed me.”

It was enough to break him. Dean slammed you down on his lap one last time as his release coated you, inside and out; his mouth and teeth assaulting your breasts as he did. Rocking more slowly, you continued moving your hips on him, until you felt his entire body shudder, then go limp.

Dean lifted his head to you, the same goofy smile on his lips like before. You left a soft kiss on his cheek before climbing off of him and reaching into the front seat for your shirt.

“Whoa, whoa… who said it was time to get dressed. I think I have more apologies to make,” he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you back into him.

“And, you can, back home. Back seat sex is fantastic, but there is a shower at the bunker big enough for two, plus a nice warm bed that we can get reacquainted with. Let’s take this apology tour back there, shall we?”

“Good God, yes,” Dean said and scrambled for his clothes.

Within minutes you were both dressed again and exiting the rear of the Chevelle.

“Meet you back home?” he asked, his expression soft and dreamy as he looked at you.

“Race you there,” you teased and went to hop into the car. Dean grabbed your arm and pulled you into him before you could.

“Y/N… I know I’m not easy to be with sometimes. I tend to get wrapped up in cases, and… whatever. I snore, I drink too much, I drive too fast... But I want you to know, besides my brother, you are the most important person in my life, and I love you.”

His voice broke a little, and you knew how deeply he meant it. 

“I love you too, Dean. And, yes, you may do all those things, but they are only a few of the things that I also love about you. I don’t care that you drink or drive fast. Or that you let a case monopolize your attention. I don’t even have to be your top priority. I just ask that you trust me, and don’t shut me out.”

“Never again.”

“Good, now, let’s get home. I’m dying for a shower and a snack. Then maybe some dinner.

“A snack and dinner?” he asked, his look of confusion was both endearing and sexy.

“You’re the snack Dean, geez.”

“Ohhh,” he realized, and flashed an embarrassed smile. With a big grin on his face, he turned towards the Impala. “First one home gets the unlumpy side of the bed!”

Shaking your head as he ran off, you jumped into the driver’s side and revved Blanche’s engine. Hearing her purr, and still reveling in the afterglow of being with Dean, you didn’t even care that he would beat you home or that you’d have the lumpy side of the mattress. Because you knew that once you were both there, there would be no sleeping that night.

   It was half-past eleven when you finally rolled out of bed the next day. Going down the hallway to the bathroom, you were still half asleep when you caught your reflection staring back at you from the mirror. Hungover from the whiskey and the sexual revolution you had started with Dean, you continued to stare at yourself as a nagging feeling was itching at the back of your brain.

There was something you had to do; maybe something you had forgotten… no matter how much you searched your brain, you couldn’t remember what it was. A soft knock at the door brought your attention back and without thinking, you answered it.

“Come in, I’m decent.”

Iris slowly pushed the door open and recoiled slightly when she saw you. “You alright?”

“Long night,” you answered simply. “What’s up?”

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, circular case with a green cover. “I found these last night, you must have left these in the bedroom. I thought you might need them.”

A piercing bolt of panic ran down your spine and you suddenly realized what you had forgotten. Swallowing hard, you reached one shaky hand out to take the container and snapped it open. There were more than several days’ worth of birth control pills you’d forgotten to take since getting back from New Orleans. A montage of flashbacks to the night before and the number of times you and Dean had sex, unprotected, caused an instant bout of nausea to rise in your gut.

You looked up at Iris, your eyes wide and full of fear.

“Um, Iris… can you run through that prophecy one more time?”

She looked at you curiously, then to the container in your hand. The realization dawned on her and her whole body audibly sighed.

“Oh shit,” she said and shrugged. “I guess where fate has a will, she’ll find a way.”

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And I’ll Be The Sky And You Be The Bird... Part 2: (FP Jones x Original Character).

** Inspired by this song **

School, work, make time to hang out with my friends and sleep was my usual routine these days.

I’d be finishing my last year of school soon and I wanted to make sure that I atleast had a trade behind me, I’d made the concious decision to not go to college as it wasn’t something that interested me.

To be truthful, I don’t think anyone had put much thought into their futures, we were all busy living in the moment.

I don’t regret my choice because it’s what works for me and it was my decison to make, nobody elses.

I was currently bent over the front bumper of car, completing the service I’d started a few hours prior.

I was just done changing the oil filter when I heard Ian, my boss and the owner of the auto shop call out for me.

“Liv, there’s a gentleman who needs to see you, he says it’s important.” He informed me and I groaned, hoping to be finished for the day.

I turned around to see Ian leading the ‘gentleman’ into the garage and my expression changed, Ian excused himself to the back to finish up his paperwork which left myself and the male alone.

It was none other than FP Jones and I admit that I was relieved to not have any more work on my plate but not so relieved to see him.

I can’t deny that I hadn’t thought about him since the gathering by sweet water river and that had occured just over a week ago.

“So you’ve started stalking me then.” I scoffed, wiping my hands on a rag as I leant against the open hood of the Volkswagen golf.

“Call it what you want, I just wanted to see you again.” FP defended, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“How did you know where to find me?” I questioned, folding my arms firmly across my chest.

“I guessed you’d be here since there’s only a couple of mechanics in Riverdale and if I remember correctly, you told me where you worked. I wanted to come a few days ago but I’ve only just plucked up the courage. I didn’t want you to think it was weird, like I was lurking or anything.” He explained, removing one hand from the pocket of his black jeans and using it to rub at his stubbly jaw.

“It is weird.” I bluntly told him and he let out a sigh, still scratching at his jaw.

“I’ll leave you to it then, I guess.” He mumbled, focusing all his attention on the concrete floor and turning to leave the garage.

I slapped both hands to my face and silently made a noise of frustration, letting out a dramatic sigh as I battled with myself.

“FP, wait.” I sighed, causing the older man to stop in his tracks and turn to face me in wonder. “What’s up? I know you have no business here, so why have you come all the way to the Northside?” I continued and he shrugged, advancing towards me.

“I’ve told you, I just wanted to see you again.”

“Why?” I probed, my left arm supporting me against the car as the right still held the rag.

“When I was talking to you at the lake, it just felt like I’d known you forever. You’re different to anyone I’ve ever known, you’re beyond fucking cool!” He explained, waving his arms in front of him.

I laughed loudly at the gentleman in his serpent jacket, unable to resist a smile in his direction.

“And my age isn’t an issue, right?” I reminded him and he bit his lip, like it was his turn to have an internal battle.

“We can be friends…” He suggested, walking closer so there was probably less than a foot between us.

“Unfortunately, I’m not on the hunt for anymore friends. Do you not think it’s kinda weird? I’m literally best friends with your son, FP.”

“I know, Livv. But I don’t know what it is about you, like I told you by sweet water river, you intrigue me.”

“Fine, FP. But let’s keep this on the down low, agreed?” I dealt, holding my hand out for him to shake.

But instead, FP closed the distance between us and my breath almost instantly hitched in my throat as I felt every ounce of warmth come radiating off him and as cliche as it sounds, it was almost like actual sparks were flying.

I couldn’t move and I had no idea what he was intending to do, until I felt his fingers gently rubbing my cheekbone and the motion caused my eyes to flutter closed.

It felt like the longest few seconds of my life but I regained composure once I felt him step away once more.

My eyes were dazed and I’m pretty sure my mouth was open but I coughed to clear my throat and looked at FP in question.

“You had oil on your face.” He informed me, casually shrugging.

“Right….” I replied awkwardly, avoiding his stare.

“Do you wanna go grab a coffee at Pop’s or something? Maybe talk more?” He suggested hopefully and I bit my lip.

I turned back to look at Ian who happened to look up from his desk at the same time, he put his thumbs up to me and I stared back with a gracious smile, glad to be finished.

“I guess so, I’m so not in the mood for coffee though, it’s too hot.” I grumbled, removing myself from the vehicle and closing the hood.

“That’s cool, we’ll figure it out.”

I was still in my overalls, they were half on and tied at my waist. I unidid the tied sleeves and pulled the blue material down my legs, revealing my black jeans and converse that were free from engine oil and other grime.

“I like a girl in uniform.” FP teased and I scowled at him, throwing my overalls over a chair in the workspace until I wore them again in a few days.

“Let’s bounce then.” I urged as I grabbed my bag, pushing his shoulder gently as I walked past him and headed outside to where his black SUV was parked.

FP let out a quiet laugh as he shook his head at my casual behaviour but followed me outside.

“I’m going to take you to my secret hide out.” FP informed me as we pulled away from the auto shop which caused me to raise my eyebrow.

“You’re not planning on killing me, are you?”

“Because I’m the leader of a notorious gang?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” I told him and he merely let out a dry laugh but continued to drive.

“What made you choose to work at the autoshop?” FP quizzed as he half focused on the road and half on me, it was slightly unsettling as it had gotten dark and I wanted him to be fully focused on his driving.

“I like cars and I’m good at it, I’m technically Ian’s apprentice but he doesn’t really need to teach me.” I responded and FP made an impressed face.

“You did look hot under the hood of that car in those cute overalls.” He chided and I made a sarcastic face in return of his compliment.

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious, you looked great!”

“I’m there to fix cars, not look sexy.” I retored with a snort, still trying to brush off his compliment.

“You hate being complimented, don’t you?” FP reacted, almost like he read my mind.

“If you say so.”

FP let out an exhale but didn’t retaliate, only continued to drive into the unknown.

I think we continued to drive for another twenty minutes or so, up and around unfamilar roads that I’d never driven along before.

FP pulled into a dirt track that was barely illuminated by his headlights, I had no idea where we were but my breath was taken as we pulled into the clearing.

We were high up above the town, the stars in the sky and the moon beaming down bright.

FP cut the engine and undid his seatbelt, I copied his actions and opened the door to the vehicle. He walked around to meet me, taking my hand and leading me to the front of his car.

“It’s beautiful.” I spoke, looking on in awe and utter astonishment.

I gazed out over the city, admiring all the lights and landmarks.

There was an obvious divide between the Northside and the Southside, the difference between the two was vast.

“Do you come here often?” I wondered, turning my head to look at FP.

“I guess so, sometimes you just need to get away.” He replied, also shifting his position.

“Tell me about it.”

“How long have you lived here now?” He inquired and I shrugged, reliving the last few months.

“About four months, I think. It’s a big change from Ohio, everything is so different here.”

“By different you mean fucking crazy, right?” FP asked, his plump lips turning upwards.

“You could say that.” I conversed, amusement evident in my tone as I continue to speak. “You’re not married, are you? ‘Cause that’d be super weird, I’m not a home wrecker.”

“Nah, doll. It ended years ago, Gladys left with Jellybean a long time ago. We got divorced, it was for the best though.” FP explained and I nodded in understanding, almost feeling guilty for prying.

“I’m sorry.” I sympathised, gently touching his arm.

“Don’t be, it was for the best. Sometimes you just fall out of love with someone and I wasn’t a great father at the time, I was seriously dependent on alcohol. My daughter doesn’t even speak to me these days, I only have Jughead.” He informed me, sadness evident in his voice as he spoke about his children.

“Have you not dated since?”

“Nah, I haven’t bothered.”

“Mmm.” I replied, pursing my lips.

“Who do you live with? What’s your situation at home?”

“God, you’re full of questions tonight, aren’t you?” I grinned and he rolled his eyes, folding his arms across his lean chest.

“I’m just getting to know you, sweetheart. And besides, you’ve been shooting them at me too.”

This time I rolled my eyes, choosing to ignore his questions and remark.

I shivered as I felt a sharp breeze hit me, immediately regretting not wearing a hoodie as it had been humid all day since it was summer.

“You cold?” FP wondered, tilting his head to the side.

“Only abit, the breeze caught me off guard. I haven’t worn a jacket all day because obviously, it’s been really hot.” I scrunched my nose up, noticing the goosebumps arise on my skin.

“Here.” and before I could object, FP had hopped off the car bonnet and was removing his beloved biker jacket, shaking it out before placing it around my shoulders.

I drank in the newly found warmth and smiled gratefully at FP, slipping my arms through the sleeves.

“It suits you.” He commented, moving back beside me.

“Mmm, don’t get any ideas.” I warned and FP chuckled, his eyes glinting in the reflection of light that loomed from the landscape.

We continued to look on in silence, both of us just enjoying eachothers company. I hadn’t known FP for more than a week but it felt like we’d been friends for a lifetime.

I felt so at ease with him, we were so similiar.

“Do you regret it?” I mediated and he looked over at me oddly.

“Regret what?”

“Joining the serpents.” I added and he breathed through his nose.

“Sometimes, but it’s all I know. My old man kicked me out when I was younger than Jug, I joined the serpents and then went into the army for a brief time and came out, then joined the serpents again.” FP told me.

“You weren’t that old when you had your kids then.”

“Old enough to know what I was doing.”

I removed myself from the hood of his car, stepping closer to the edge but continuing to be cautious.

I placed my hands at my sides after I’d adjusted the red bandana in my hair that was keeping stray hairs out of my face, licking my lips that had become dry from the brisk air at the hill top.

I stared out over fox forest, wondering what horrors lurked within the dense trees.

I was so wrapped up in my thought that I didn’t feel the existence of FP close behind me, not until I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck.

I shivered and turned around to face him, he said nothing, only placed his hand on the side of my neck as he closed the little distance that was left between us.

This was the second time tonight that my breathing faltered at the fault of FP and his unpredictability.

My green eyes met his chocolate ones and our noses were almost touching, I couldn’t help but move my hands up to his jaw to feel the dark stubble beneath my fingers.

He leaned in closer and I didn’t dare move, not until I felt his lips gently touch mine. I didn’t push him away and I didn’t want to, instead I kissed him back eagerly.

I thoroughly enjoyed the harshness of his slight moustache on my lip, the way his beard scratched at my chin.

But, deep down, I knew this wasn’t right and pulled away from FP, taking a step back behind him, away from the edge.

“What’s wrong?” He breathed, confusion plastered across his face.

“Oh my god, FP. We’ve literally just started an affair, I can’t believe this.” I groaned, covering my face with his hands.

“So? It was just a kiss and besides, nobody needs to know.”

I uncovered my face and looked at him in disbelief, a sarcastic laugh escaped my lips.

“You’re joking, right?” I spat, overwhelmed at how fast the overall atmospehere had changed.

“Why are you getting so defensive?” FP asked, holding his arms out in front of him as he came closer.

“Why am I getting so defensive? Are you fucking serious? I’ve just kissed the dad of one of my best friends.” I almost yelled, pushing him away.

“It was just a kiss.” He repeated, holding his palms up in defense.

“But it’s not going to stop there is it, FP? How many more kises are there gonna be? I barely know you!”

“You need to relax.” He chided, cool and collected.

“You don’t know me, you have no right to tell me what to do. You had no right to kiss me!” I exclaimed, frustrated as hell.

“Please, Liv. You kissed me back! You wanted that as much as I did!”

“That’s not the point, FP! This can’t happen, I don’t do relationships and I defnitely don’t do old men!” I said, turning to get back into the car.

FP laughed at my comment but grabbed my wrist and pushed me back against the side of his car door, using his free arm to support himself by my head.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Tell me you’re not into this.” He demanded, releasing my wrist and motioning between us.

“I’m not into being one of those girls, FP. I’m too young for you and you’re too old for me, that’s just the way it is.” I denied, shaking my head.

FP pursed his lips but nodded, now reaching up to lightly touch my bottom lip with his thumb.

I threw caution to the wind and pushed his hand away, reaching up and grabbing his face.

I crushed my lips to his and I can tell the action suprised him because he wobbled ever so slightly but kissed back, his movements rough as his body pressed against mine in a heated fight for dominance.

My hands were tangled in the back of his hair and his hands were roaming my body, slipping underneath the leather jacket as his mouth left mine but immediately attacked my neck while his hand neared my throat.

I threw my head back, my mouth slightly open as I felt the sharpness of his stubble at my neck.

“Oh my god, you need to stop.” I gasped, struggling to remain controlled, my hands flat against his toned chest.

FP hummed against my neck, coming back up to meet my lips. I eagerly kissed back, pulling him closer if that was possible.

I bit on his lip gently, tugging it. He moaned quietly, his hands tightening on my hips almost painfully.

I pulled away from his lips, my own more plump than usual.

“You’re killing me.” FP groaned, his jaw tense.

“I’m sorry about that, but I need to go.” I giggled, my chest heaving from the heavy makeout session.

“Fine, I’ll take you home.” He sighed, pressing one last gentle kiss to my lips before pulling away from me and opening the door to his car for me to get into.

I complied and he closed it behind me, also hopping in as I fastened my seatbelt.

“Thank you for bringing me here.” I told him and he beamed back at me, obviously very pleased with himself.

“Wanna make this a regular thing?”

“Don’t push it.” I warned as he pulled out of the clearing, he merely laughed.

I guided FP to a road that was a few minutes away from the autoshop where our night began, only because I lived quite close to here and didn’t want to risk anyone seeing me with him.

He pulled up along the curb and I unbuckled my seatbelt, remembering to remove his jacket because I wouldn’t be able to make any excuses as to why I had it if my parents asked.

“When can I see you again?” He asked, running his fingers along my chin.

“Soon.” I promised, leaning into his touch.

“Can I atleast have your number?” He begged, handing me his iphone.

I nodded and punched in my number, hoping not to regret it.

“Goonight, FP.” I whispered, leaning across the console to kiss his stubbly cheek.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He called out as I exited the vehicle, throwing my bag over my shoulder.

I watched on as his car sped into the darkness, retreating back to the Southside.

I bit my lip in angst.

What had I gotten myself into?

#fp jones imagine #fp jones #riverdale imagines #jughead jones imagine

[sapphicscholar]

So after seeing Maggie in that split second of sanvers on the 4 show promo, could you write a fic for lipstick kink? Like drawing on each other's bodies with it and leaving lip prints

I combined this with a prompt from an anon: What about Sanvers + that car chase + whatever sexy time were going on before it from the S3 promos? Please?

A/N: Here’s a really nice gif set from @my-flourish-and-blotts for the anon prompt. I don’t know that anyone made a gif of the split second scene from the other prompt, but feel free to link to it if you’ve seen it! In any case, here’s the link to the promo.

And if you want to check them out on AO3, they’re posted here, and comments always make my day!

Chapter Text

“I know I said I felt like a teenager when I first came out, but now I really do,” Alex whispered, covering her mouth as she ineffectively stifled a giggle.

“Well we’re about to be two teenagers getting caught if you can’t stay quiet,” Maggie chastised, though the smile she sent Alex’s way made it quite obvious that she wasn’t actually mad. Of course, getting caught making out in a bathroom of a restaurant wasn’t exactly high on the list of things she wanted to do, but she didn’t necessarily hate the idea of everyone getting to see Alex marked up with faint smudges of Maggie’s lipstick across her mouth and jaw as though she were claiming her for the whole world to see.

“Then maybe we move this out to your car…” Alex trailed off, biting her lip at the suggestion and all of the images it brought to mind—most of them ending with her hand down Maggie’s pants.

“Are you suggesting we dine and dash, Danvers?” Maggie gasped, grinning as Alex hurriedly shook her head. “I know, I know. We’ll grab the check as fast as we can, then race you to the car?”

“You’re so on.”

—

As it turned out, hands and lips proved to be far too distracting to have a proper race, but they eventually stumbled their way into the backseat of Maggie’s car, both of them feeling exceptionally grateful to have parked toward the back of the lot—not far enough back to eliminate any risk, but enough that they were willing to take that chance.

Ducking to avoid slamming her head into the car’s low ceiling, Maggie swung her leg over to straddle Alex’s lap, letting her lips find Alex’s once more. She groaned as Alex’s hands made their way to her ass, guiding her closer, encouraging her to grind against Alex’s stomach. Dropping her lips, Maggie kissed and sucked her way down Alex’s neck, chuckling as she got to Alex’s choker. “This is super gay, ya know?”

“I like it,” Alex huffed.

“So do I,” Maggie assured her. “It’s just, you know, about as gay as what we’re doing right now.”

Laughing, Ale shook her head. “I think I preferred it when your lips were busy with something else.”

“Marking you as mine?” Maggie rasped, her breath hot against Alex’s ear.

“Wait. Are you giving me hickeys? You know how much shit Winn and Kara gave me about them last time,” Alex whined.

“Don’t you worry, it’s just lipstick.”

“Oh.” Alex paused to consider the idea. Maggie’s lipstick was particularly bold, and Alex had been thinking about her lips all night, though she hadn’t quite considered this. Puling out her phone, Alex examined her neck in the camera. “Huh, that looks…good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I can think of a few other places that might look nice with more lipstick…”

“Is that so?” Alex teased.

Never one to back down from a challenge, Maggie quickly reapplied a fresh coat, then pulled Alex’s shirt up, leaving her abs and chest on full display. “Still good?”

“Definitely,” Alex nodded, letting her head fall back against the seat as Maggie’s lips found their way to her cleavage, then down her abs, trailing all the way out to her hipbones.

Once Alex was whimpering and writhing underneath her touch, Maggie pulled back, grinning even though she was fairly certain she also had lipstick smeared across her mouth at this point. “It’s a fucking masterpiece is what it is.”

Alex pulled her head forward to survey her torso. “That’s actually pretty hot.” Even though only a couple of the prints were clearly defined kiss marks, they traced a rather obvious erotic path down her body, and a shiver ran through her at the thought of where they were leading. Deciding she’d had enough of waiting for Maggie, Alex maneuvered them so that she was on top of Maggie and pushed her down to the seat, moving back down to kiss the woman, letting her tongue flick across Maggie’s lower lip before pulling it between her teeth.

“You feel so good,” Maggie panted as Alex’s hands found their way beneath her shirt, her leather jacket shoved up her back beneath her.

“Let me make you feel even better,” Alex purred, her fingers popping open the button of Maggie’s jeans. “You good?”

“Very good. So, so good.” Her words grew increasingly less coherent as Alex’s fingers found their way between her legs, rubbing tight circles around her clit as best she could with the space constraints. Despite the fact that Maggie would normally ask for more—oh, say, for her pants to actually be down—in the moment she couldn’t think of anything more perfect, and she felt herself getting wetter and closer under Alex’s desperate touches.

As Maggie’s hand tangled in Alex’s hair, pulling her down to kiss her in a last ditch attempt to quiet her own whimpers, Alex’s phone rang out with her work-specific ringtone.

“No,” Maggie protested as Alex withdrew her hand, grabbing for her phone in the front seat.

“Danvers,” Alex answered, watching as Maggie grumbled and whined and pulled herself up into a sitting position, grabbing a tissue from the backseat and wiping away the excess lipstick from around her mouth.

“We’ll be right there,” Alex promised, pulling her shirt down before getting out of the car and moving to the front seat.

“Where to?” Maggie sighed, flinging herself melodramatically down into the driver’s seat.

“Winn’s sending the coordinates, but head to the expressway. You ready to chase an 18-wheeler?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Maggie shrugged, though Alex could tell she was excited for a good car chase, even if she was annoyed about what it had put an end to. “You might want to, uh, get you neck before we see everyone.”

“Right, thanks,” Alex mumbled, grabbing the tissue from Maggie and rubbing away all the lipstick she could see in the rearview mirror. By the time they caught up to the truck, forming part of a barricade line behind it along with a few other police cars, they were both presentable once more, and Alex felt comfortable leaning out the window with her gun to shoot at the vehicle.

“Fucking hell, she muttered, pulling her head back into Maggie’s car to pull the hair that had blown into her face out of her mouth and eyes. She pushed her sleeves up, trying to avoid some of the dirt and grime flying at her nice outfit from the highway. “From now on, I only do date night in tactical gear.”

“I can work with the thigh holster,” Maggie yelled over the sound of the wind whipping in through the open windows.

—

By the time they were done with the mission, Alex’s shirt was torn and dirty, but at least everyone was alive and intact.

“Thank you for your help,” J’onn thanked Maggie, as Alex turned toward Kara, who had taken the biggest hits, though she seemed to be alright as well.

“You got here fast,” Kara commented.

“Oh, yeah, well, it was date night, so we were already out and about.”

“Aww, I’m sorry for interrupting it,” Kara apologized.

“I’m extra sorry for interrupting your post-date activities,” Lucy chimed in, strolling up from behind Alex and poking at Alex’s neck where she had missed a smudge of Maggie’s lipstick.

“Shut up,” Alex grumbled. “Now if we’re done here…”

“Yes, yes,” Lucy teased. “Enjoy getting it on with your fiancée.”

#sanvers #season 3 promo #supergirl #fanfic #ficlet #alex x maggie #prompt fill #alex danvers #maggie sawyer #ao3feed #smut #date night #preemptive fix it fic

[smashbuddies]

Part Four: Achievement Unlocked

It had been a standard day off when Daniel got the message. Really, it was the last thing he expected to see. He read it over at least three times, trying to decipher any ulterior motives behind it.

Snail: Wanna come over to my place today?

He pursed his lips.

Why’re you asking?

It took only three seconds after he set his phone down for it to buzz again.

Snail: Because I think it’ll be hot for us to bang at my place. ;)

Honestly, he couldn’t tell if they were being serious or not. But he still sent back a message saying he’d be there in a few minutes. Really, what else did he have to do?

After a quick drive he arrived there, surprised to see Snail already waiting for him in the parking lot. They had their hands stuffed into their pockets and their shoulders were hunched. But as soon as they saw him get out of the car they perked up, and sauntered over with typical Snail confidence.

“Ready to see my sexy bachelor’s pad?” they asked waggling their eyebrows at him.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” he answered dryly. Considering who he was dealing with, he wasn’t expecting much. “Lead the way.”

They gladly did so, taking him up several flights of stairs. Once they reached the door, they paused. Daniel could’ve sworn he heard them take a deep breath.

“It’s not as fancy as your place,” Snail said out of the blue.

He looked around. There was dirt and grime all around the little porch area, and the assorted noises of several other apartments filled the air. In the back of his mind he wondered about the structural stability of the entire building.

“Obviously,” he replied, deciding to keep his thoughts to himself.

Snail watched him for a long moment, then finally opened the door and went inside.

Daniel waited for a long moment, keeping his gaze straight downward. Was it bad to say the he was scared of what awaited inside? If it was, he didn’t care.

“Hurry up!”

Well, now or never. He stepped inside and carefully looked around.

It was infinitely worse than he expected. The entire place was absolutely filthy. Garbage randomly littered the floor- the small trashcan in the corner was practically overflowing too. And a mountain of dishes sat in the sink, half moldy with flies hovering about. Just looking at all the mess and clutter made him almost have a heart attack.

Snail sat down on the most worn down, uncomfortable looking couch he’d ever seen and looked at him expectantly. “Make yourself at home.”

No thanks.

Carefully, he padded over and took a seat next to them, making sure to not touch anything more than absolutely necessary.

“So, what do you think?” Snail asked, putting their arm on the back of the couch behind him.

“It’s something,” he muttered under his breath. “Why did you invite me over again?”

Their face softened just a bit. “Well, you have me over all the time. I just thought, I’d, you know… Return the favor.”

“You didn’t have to,” he said, looking around once more. His skin began to crawl. “Really.”

Snail waved him off, then turned on the TV. It was some basic cable show- Daniel had no interest in it. Instead he focused his attention on literally everything else.

The paint from the walls was peeling in some places. Every so often a bug would skitter across- too fast for him to really catch. Well, maybe this was a bad idea.

He shifted in his seat. “Where’s the bathroom?”

They pointed without looking to an open door just across the room. “Through there, on the left.” Then with a grin, they added, “Just don’t go jerking off when I’m right here.”

“You’re never going to let me live it down, are you?” he grumbled, getting to his feet and brushing off his pants.

“Nope.”

“Great.”

Through the door Snail pointed at was a room with a worn, stained mattress on the floor, and clothes strewn about all over the place. Was this really how they lived? Or was he having some sort of nightmare?

A pinch test proved he was wide awake. Sighing, he continued on, finding the bathroom with ease. And, would you look at that, it was just as filthy as the rest of the place. Thankfully the mirror was clean enough for him to stare at his reflection and contemplate all his life decisions that brought him to where he was.

Sure, he had his own days living in a shitty apartment. But was it ever this bad? Not that he could remember. So right then he made the choice to confront Snail about it. Clearly, they needed someone to intervene.

As soon as he got back to the living room and opened his mouth to tell them off, their phone rang.

“Oh, it’s feeding time,” Snail said, getting up and hurrying over to the fridge. They pulled out a pack of rather expensive looking cheese. The kind Daniel himself would buy.

“You have a pet?” he asked, looking around for any signs of animal life.

“He’s more like a roommate.”

Snail went over to the corner and crouched down. They placed a single slice of cheese in front of a hole in the wall. To his abject horror, a small rodent peeked out it’s whiskered snout, sniffing for just a moment before pouncing on the cheese and devouring it.

“You keep a rat in here!?”

Snail glared at him. “Excuse me, he’s a mouse, and his name is Captain Thunderblade.”

“This is the most ridiculous bullshit I’ve ever heard,” Daniel snapped, putting his hands on his hips. “It’s vermin, and it doesn’t belong here! This is where you live, for fuck’s sake! Take more pride in it!”

“What’s your deal?” Snail asked, voice low. Were they worried about upsetting the rat? “I don’t see anything wrong here.”

He wasn’t going to get through to them. As much as it pissed him off, he’d have to let it go. For now.

Things were tense as they both sat back down on the couch. Snail had a scowl on their face as they flipped through channels, and Daniel was sure the he looked rather pissed himself. But while Snail found joy in some idiotic show they found, lightening up enough to laugh, he did not.

“What’re we doing for dinner?” he asked, side-eyeing them. “Eating cheese with your roommate?”

“No,” they answered defensively. “Let me go see what I have.”

After just a minute that he spent tapping his foot, they came back, looking defeated.

“...Take-out?” they asked, shooting him a hopeful smile.

Daniel heard a golden opportunity in that question. He got up and began to make his way out the door. “Text me what you want. I’ll be right back with it.”

A hesitant “okay” followed him, before being cut off by the door slamming shut.

Okay, so maybe he took a little too long if Snail’s onslaught of messages were any indication. But it was all necessary. He ignored every last message in favor of shooting them a quick demand.

Come down here and help me out.

They were there in an instant, one eyebrow raised at the many shopping bags splayed out in his back seat. “Um?”

“You’re taking those inside,” Daniel explained, then delicately held up a greasy paper bag between two fingers. “This is your dinner.”

With a shrug they grabbed the bags, easily able to carry all of them. But instead of admitting that he was impressed, Daniel took the lead and went on inside. After Snail dropped all his bags on the floor- great- he shoved their junk food into their hands.

“Here, go eat.”

They frowned at him. “What’s with all the bags?”

“You’ll see,” Daniel said, grabbing one bag in particular and taking off for the bathroom.

Safe and away from Snail’s prying eyes, he pulled a plain white t-shirt out of the back, sneering at it. This was for his own sanity. So he changed into it- along with the pair of sweatpants he got- and neatly folded up his beloved suit. And once his hair was tied back and out of his face, he was ready to take on the world.

Well, just Snail’s apartment. He’d be damned if the world was going to see him like this.

A knock on the door startled him.

“Why the hell are all of those bags filled with soap and shit?”

Daniel opened the door and gave them a hard look. “Because I’m fixing up this dumpster that you call an apartment.”

They only looked him up and down with wide eyes. “What’s with-”

“Don’t look at me!” Daniel snapped, brushing past them so they wouldn’t catch his red face. “I’m not scrubbing this place down in my suit, you moron. Just watch TV or something while I get to work.”

“...You can’t be serious.” They sounded uncomfortable. “I don’t need you to do all that. I invited you over to hang out, not to be my maid.”

He snorted and snapped on a pair of latex gloves, then grabbed several trash bags and began to pick up all the garbage littering the floor. “I’m doing this for my own sanity. I’m not a charity worker.”

“Okay, well,” they said hastily, reaching down to grab a stray can, “at least let me help.”

Swatting away their hand with a hiss, he said, “Go eat. Because I swear to god, if you let that food that I spent my money on go cold, I will shove it down your fucking throat.”

“Holy shit, fine…”

To his delight, they began to eat the greasy burger he’d gotten them, leaving him to finally work in peace. At least, that’s what he thought, until just a couple minutes later when he heard them, voice muffled by the food still in their mouth.

“Can I help now?”

“No.” He glared hard at them, just to really drive the message home. “You won’t do it right.”

“Won’t do it right?” they repeated, disbelieving. “This is my apartment!”

“And just look at it!” Daniel argued and waved an arm to the entire place. “It’s a goddamn disaster!”

Snail opened their mouth. Then after a quick scan around, they closed it right back up.

Daniel crossed his arms and reveled in his victory. “Exactly. Now go sit down and enjoy your stupid TV shows. I’ll join you when I’m done.”

They begrudgingly did so. And maybe he caught some grumbled curses, but he didn’t pay them any mind. Nothing else as going to distract him from the task at hand.

Once all the trash was picked up and he gave himself a well-deserved pat on the back, he went to the dishes. Dear god, it was worse up close. But he wasn’t deterred. Every last dish was going to be scrubbed down until they shone and glimmered like he did.

“So,” Snail started out of the blue, sauntering over and breaking his train of thought, “how’s that camboy thing been going?”

Ugh.

“Great,” he answered as he ran hot water over the mountain before him, voice dripping with sarcasm. “All my viewers like seeing me get worked up. I’m bringing in more and more everyday.”

“Cool, cool.” They sounded too casual, especially with the way they checked their nails. “So when am I gonna get to see one of your shows? I mean, I’ve already fucked you, I should be able to get in on that for free. Or at least super cheap, you know?”

“If I ever have anything to say about it,” he muttered, taking his aggression out on the mold stuck to the first plate he saw, “then you’ll never see any show with me in it.”

“That’s bullshit,” Snail huffed out. It was funny how much they looked like a bratty kid with their arms crossed and that pout on their face. “I better get a private show sometime, then.”

“Not happening. Now go away, I’m trying to concentrate.”

The rest of the evening was quiet. Daniel slaved away over the dishes, getting every last one of them sparkling like they were brand new. But by the time he was all done, his arms were sore, and he could feel a very prominent hole growing in his stomach.

Fuck.

“Hey, uh,” Snail called out, shooting him a worried look from the couch. “Don’t push yourself. I mean, you can always come back and finish this up.”

“As if I’m going to leave now,” he said, tossing his grime-covered gloves in the trash and grabbing a fresh pair. “Your counters need wiped down, the carpet needs to be scrubbed, and don’t even get me started on your bathroom situation. There’s so much more to do!”

“Look, buddy, you made my place a little more livable,” they said, waving him off. “It’s fine for now. Just go home before you pass out on my floor.”

“...Fine,” he conceded. “But I will get this done eventually.”

The text he got right after work the next day made him think that no, he really wasn’t ever going to get that done. Because he was going to cut off all ties with Snail. Maybe move away. Start a new life somewhere. Or just crawl into a ditch and die, that could work.

Snail: YOU’RE ON TV

There were two ways he could go about this. Ignore them completely, or outright lie.

I have no idea what you’re talking about.

In no time at all he got a picture. Sure enough, that was his face on his TV, with Snail pointing accusingly at it. Son of a bitch.

Snail: THAT’S YOU, MR. NADIVA

Alright, time for a diversion tactic.

Why are you in my house?

Snail: DON’T YOU FUCKING AVOID IT

He couldn’t deal with this bullshit. After getting into his car- with a very cathartic slamming of the door- he sent a simple message back.

We’ll talk when I get home.

Now the question was, would he ever get home? Or would he take the chance to just drive off into the sunset? Or off a cliff?

As much as he wanted to just fade from existence, this was something he couldn’t avoid. So like a prisoner walking death row, he slowly made his way back home. As soon as he saw Snail’s car he took a deep breath and braced himself.

They pounced right as he stepped foot inside. “Why didn’t you tell me you were on TV?”

“Because it’s none of your goddamn business,” he hissed, brushing past them. “And it’s not a big deal anyway.”

“Not a big deal?” they asked, voice raised with disbelief. “Personally, I’d like to know when I’m fucking a goddamn celebrity. Kinda something you should say on the first night, actually.”

“Oh, right.” Daniel turned back and used his height to his advantage by glaring down at them. “I tell you that I have my own show,” he maintained, gesturing wildly to make his point, “and you use it to your advantage by telling everyone that you banged a TV star. And then my reputation gets ruined and everything I worked so hard to get goes down the drain. I know how this bullshit works.”

They gave him the most “what the fuck are you even talking about” look. “Seriously? You think I’m that much of a dick?”

“You’re not special!” he snapped, one hand on his hip and the other flying upwards. “It’s everyone! So don’t suddenly make this all about you!”

The look on their face was one of equal parts hurt and outrage. “Wow.”

“Look,” he hastily said, trying to rub away the tension building up behind his eyes, “it’s a normal thing for someone like me to worry about. And this kind of bullshit is the last thing I need. So you can either get the fuck out, or stay and swear on your life that you won’t take advantage of me.”

Snail stayed quiet for a long moment, then huffed. “Are you kidding me? You’re the best lay I’ve had in a long while. I’m not giving that up. So I guess I won’t tell anyone that I totally nailed a TV star. Even though it’s really fucking cool.”

Oh.

“Well, fine,” he said as he crossed his arms, feeling himself deflate. No more heat to run off of. “I guess this is settled, then.”

“I guess so,” Snail agreed, copying him.

Daniel had no idea what to say or do next. Things just felt so awkward, how the hell could he recover from this? Should he just walk away? Find something else to get angry about?

“So, Smash Brothers?” Snail asked, stuffing their hands into their pockets.

“Sure,” he muttered after taking a deep breath.

“Cool, ‘cause I’m thinking if I win this time,” they purred with a light run up his sides with their hands, “then I get that private show I wanted yesterday. Because honestly, I’m hella disappointed you’re not really a camboy.”

Really, how could he expect anything else? He stuck his nose up at them. “Like I said, not gonna happen. So prepare to get your ass beat.”

#smash buddies #pt4 #snailbitch #fic

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Smut Swap letter

ASOIAF - Asha/Jon, Edric Dayne/Arya, Mya/Sansa Game of Thrones - Jon/Sansa/Daenerys, Jon/Sansa Original Work - Goddess/Male Worshipper

A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin

Asha Greyjoy/Jon Snow

Asha seems like Jon’s type, and would have fun with him. We know from her rape roleplay kink chapter she’s pretty in tune with her desires, while Jon is pretty inhibited--that might be a nice dynamic to play with. Definitely has a femdom vibe for me, or switching/fighting for dominance would be fine, or Asha topping really hard from the bottom, but it’s hard for me to see something like Jon enjoying Qarl’s part in the rape/forced submission roleplay.

Would be v. happy with canon compliant, canon AU, or other AU (including modern AU).

Since I’m requesting the book canon here, please stick with book physical descriptions. (i.e., Jon doesn’t have curly black hair)

Feel free to combine prompts if you’re so inspired!

Antagonism Leads to Sex - you know she’d mock him mercilessly while he glowered and finally snapped

Blow Jobs - he loves it, but is totally incapable of admitting it/asking for it; she’s a tease and likes to drive him nuts

Bondage - they take turns tying each other up with increasing creativity

Casual Sex - no feelings, no strings, just a really good time

Cunnilingus - Jon Snow knows one thing

Dirty Talk - Asha, of course, and at the most inconvenient times (like whispering in his ear when they’re in public)

Face Slapping - especially if Jon is embarrassed by how much he loves it and how totally hard he gets

Face-Sitting - I love it, especially when the guy is super enthusiastic and probably is gonna get a crick in his neck and the woman teases him by pulling away but he really wants it

Femdom - interested in bondage and D/s but not painplay (see other prompts), except for hair-pulling, which is A-OK

Fuckbuddies to Lovers - I love a good case of accidentally growing feelings (Jon at least has a history of this)

Having to Stay Quiet/Quiet Sex - especially if it’s public or semi-public (not enough room to request Library Sex, but that would be good here); or other people being around but not present, like, idk, camping or something

Kneeling - Jon; I love the anticipation the waiting; naked kneeling with boners yay

Oral Sex - I just love it in general; see: Cunnilingus and Blow Jobs; also 69s are great

Outdoor Sex - you know Asha has much more adventurous ideas about where it’s appropriate to have sex

Public Blow Jobs - under the table at dinner, let’s say, or something similar

Sexting - Jon gets all these amazingly hot texts at really inconvenient times and places, but you know he is the most awkward sexter

Shower Sex - :)

Undercover as a Couple - I love this as a situation that leads to smut, especially all the little touches that are supposed to be an act but really fire them up

Vaginal Fisting - Jon is wary/worried but Asha is enthusiastic

Woman on Top - Asha prefers to set the pace; maybe her holding him down

Edric Dayne/Arya Stark

Obviously I have a thing for all kinds of outdoor sex here--Arya’s just such an outdoorsy kind of person and Ned’s spent plenty of time outdoors too, being a traveling squire, so I think it would just come naturally to them.

Would be v. happy with canon compliant, canon AU, or other AU (including modern AU).

Feel free to combine prompts if that inspires you!

Cunnilingus - love, esp. face-sitting or first times (either way)

Experienced/Inexperienced - Arya being the more experienced, Ned the less

Fake/Pretend Relationship - Arya needing to bring someone home for the holidays, maybe; I love the “fake” affection becoming real

Forest Sex - what’s sexier than dried leaves up your ass? jk, but I would love a little dirt/grime in this, or sex up against a tree

In Water - Dornish water gardens, maybe? or just pool/jacuzzi/bath/etc sex

Loss of Virginity - can be both of them together, or just Ned, but would prefer not just Arya

Oral Sex - I love all kinds; 69s welcome

Outdoor Sex - see above, and other prompts

Playful Sex - I love laughter during sex

Rain Sex - sexy desperate rain-soaked kisses, dragging off wet clothes, etc

Reunion Sex - after not seeing each other for years (the war? winter?)

Thank God We’re Alive Sex - the rush of adrenaline and relief just takes over

Woman on Top - self-evident, lol

Sansa Stark/Mya Stone

Aphrodisiacs - I love repressed feelings/desires coming to the forefront; being overwhelmed by desire, shedding inhibitions, all that good jazz

Blindfolds - I like the anticipation aspect of not being able to see and instead having to listen and feel, not being sure of what exactly is going to happen

Comfort Sex - some emotional h/c please?

Cunnilingus - adore it; first times would be great for this ship

Dry Humping - I love it, like, you know it could be better and you want more, but you just can’t stop to undress, maybe the roughness of clothes, grinding against thighs, unf

Experienced/Inexperienced

Fantasizing - with a healthy side of pining

Face-Sitting - plz (I can see Sansa being really unsure/tentative here, that would appeal a lot)

First Time with a Woman - either or both

Frottage - I love it, like, you know it could be better and you want more, but you just can’t stop to undress, maybe the roughness of clothes, grinding against thighs, unf

Hedonism - Sansa just wants to feel good all the time

Mutual Masturbation - first times would be great, or some kind of regular setup/arrangement that they totally don’t talk about

Oral Sex - love, in general; 69s welcome

Overstimulation - pushed past pleasure into something that’s just intense or even painful; crying welcome

Playful Sex - I love laughter during sex

Praise Kink - either way would be great!

Rain Sex - sexy desperate rain-soaked kisses, dragging off wet clothes, etc

Reunion Sex - after not seeing each other for years (the war? winter?)

Tribadism -

Vaginal Fisting - I’m so into it and I need more of it in my life; the overwhelmingness of it (giving or receiving) is appealing to me

Game of Thrones (TV)

Jon Snow/Sansa Stark/Daenerys Targaryen

Blindfolds - I love a character having ot rely on their other senses, not knowing exactly what’s coming and getting wet/hard from anticipation

Blow Jobs - he loves it, but is totally incapable of admitting it/asking for it

Cunnilingus - I think we all know what Jon Snow knows, but also a compare/contrast with everyone’s different oral ~styles would be good?

Face-Sitting - I love it, especially when the giver is super enthusiastic and probably is gonna get a crick in their neck and the receiver teases them by pulling away but the giver really wants it

Femdom - Dany as the dom (Dany could also dom Sansa into domming Jon, or the other way around - domception!); I bet Dany would appreciate control and I’d love to see what that means to her

Femsub - Sansa as the sub (someone who wants to be taken care of and wants to have the decisions taken out of her hands for a little while)

First Time Topping - Dany (see above); I love inexperienced tops and how they navigate that

Historical Roleplay - I am really taken with the idea of a modern (or more modern) Dany/Jon/Sansa doing some weird roleplay of their GOT canon selves

Impregnation - Jon + two wives situation? getting an heir? definitely headcanon that Jon gets off on the idea

Incest Kink - incest for everyone! let’s just totally blur the lines between family and lovers like good Targs

Kneeling - Jon or Sansa or both

Lazy/Gentle Sex - fluff please

Library Sex - I love when they have to stay quiet and/or almost get caught

Marriage of Convenience - Jon + two wives, duty turns to something more

Oral Sex - oral for everyone! 69s, oral train (trying to concentrate on giving head while getting, one of my faves)

Overstimulation - two characters gang up on the third

Praise Kink - bet Sansa likes to hear she’s doing a good job, or Jon, or Dany, hell, they can just have a praise circle if you want

Sex Pollen - “whoops I just found myself in bed having wild sex with these two beautiful people, let’s all give into our strongly repressed feelings!”

Sleepy Sex/Morning Sex - would love for this to be really indulgent or sweet; sleeping in?

Vaginal Fisting - desperately want, either Sansa or Dany receiving is fine, the overwhelmingness of it (giving or receiving) is appealing to me

Jon Snow/Sansa Stark

Season six is everything to me! I love their individual and mutual issues, like trust issues, combined with a healthy dose of “we’re the only ones left” and “we only have each other to depend on.” A little emotional codependency would not go awry. They probably also spent a lot of time on the road together traveling across the North; capitalizing on that would be great. Would also be happy to see other Northern locations like beyond the Wall, Skagos, or Bear Island.

Antagonism Leads to Sex - I LOVE the tent argument scene, something following that or following something like that would be excellent

Aphrodisiacs - they would never act on their feelings/desires ... unless prompted like this, and they just give in and go whole hog

Arranged Marriage - I love the “salty teens” phenom, something along those lines would be A+

Awkward Sex - awkward sex is my jam! laughter is great, prefer an upbeat tone to tons of angst or disappointment (though some is fine)

Bathing/Washing - an h/c element would be welcome, or something post-Battle of the Bastards, blood and sweat and grime & you can never be clean but they try anyway. it’s pretty hard to have sex in medieval-sized baths, so the godswood maybe?

Coercion by Identity Deception - Alayne Stone? (mix the books in here if you like); I like manipulative Sansa, but I also like Jon seeing through it and going along, so feel free to be as dubious as you like

Comfort Sex - grieving together, reassurance of each other’s presence

Cunnilingus - Jon Snow knows one thing

Dry Humping - I love it, like, you know it could be better and you want more, but you just can’t stop to undress, maybe the roughness of clothes, grinding against thighs, unf

Face-Sitting - plz (I can see Sansa being really unsure/tentative here, that would appeal a lot)

Fantasizing - they would never act on such base desires, but they do think about it

High Heels - Sansa ... and now she’s got several inches on Jon, yes!

Incest Kink - go full Targ with Jon or both of them; angst away or they can be totally carefree about it

Marriage of Convenience - always love! duty sex, duty sex becoming more than duty, etc

Scars - Jon’s especially, or both of theirs; INTIMACY ISSUES!!!

Sex After Fighting/Battle - Battle of the Bastards or War for the Dawn (camp tent sex?); can be rough

Sex in a Car - limited space and movement, the classic losing-your-virginity-in-the-backseat trope

Sex Pollen - same feel as Aphrodisiacs above

Sharing a Bed - always love this, forced proximity = sex, yeah!; maybe they have a hard time sleeping alone or have to share while they’re traveling together (safer to travel as husband & wife?)

Sharing Body Heat - same as bed-sharing, give me the tropiest iteration and I will be happy; would love h/c; the North is very cold!

Original Work

Goddess/Male Worshipper

In general, just looking for a really super devoted guy. How much worldbuilding you want to do (goddess of what? what’s the nature of worship? religious orders? etc) is COMPLETELY up to you, I’d be good with something really involved and elaborate or just a thin veneer of worldbuilding for porn purposes, lol. I think it would be pretty easy to combine some of these prompts if you feel so inclined!

Begging - him Body Worship - hopefully obvious, lol Chastity Device/Cock Cages - maybe some kind of celibate order thing? or a personal act of devotion? I like the pleasure/pain aspect of being turned on while the cage stays locked, but if she wants to take it off that’s good too Cunnilingus - yep Enthusiastic Consent - guy is just super eager to please Experienced/Inexperienced - either way is fine Face Slapping - along with Whipping, I’d be interested in a scenario where the goddess derives power from the willing infliction of pain/debasement Face-Sitting - I love it, especially when the guy is super enthusiastic and probably is gonna get a crick in his neck and the woman teases him by pulling away but he really wants it Kneeling - I love the anticipation the waiting; naked kneeling with boners yay Neediness to Please - him Outdoor Sex - not much to say, just love the exposure and openness without the public “people are watching” aspect Pussy Worship - obvious Ritual Sex - he’s some kind of offering tied up for her? her actually showing up is maybe a surprise? or some other kind of ritual? public/people are watching? Talked to Orgasm - goddess voice! Verbal Humiliation - not as interested in dick size humiliation, but p much anything else goes (“humans are dirty little ants” and/or “How could you possibly pleasure me” vibe would work) Whipping - see Face Slapping, looking for the same deal Worship - hopefully obvious, lol